These two girls were my version of eye candy. We would spend hours at the pool, and I would watch them and imagine all kinds of things to do. At 16, I...was already a large sized man. I was 511 and 280 pounds. I had a bit of pudge around the midsection, but nothing too big. I had been a defensive line man before I moved to this shit hole, and I also held the school squat and dead lift records. I was a large, strong person, and if my dad had realized this, we wouldnt have fought. Needless to say,. Fingers rolled and tugged on the tight nip as my other hand moved slowly, patted teasingly. I could hear myself gasping and whimpering at the desire zinging through my body, the X giving everything a sharp, almost painful intensity. My pussy pulsed, and I quivered against that stall door in the middle of that nightclub, the music thumping loudly through the walls, into my skin, and I wanted to feel my clit buzz and explode with satisfaction. The hand at my tit grasped my necklace clumsily, then. "You know I have seen you here couple of times now. I don't think we properly met. I'm Farouk," he introduced himself."Are you also from Libya?" she asked him.She knew it was a stupid question but a part of her wanted to see if he could be put off."Yes. Probably why I come here quite a lot," he smiled.She gave him a cold smile."Where are you from?" he asked her."I'm from Denmark," she responded.He looked at her inquisitively."Oh that Denmark. I remember. The same Denmark that once led NATO into. When I stopped taking more than a couple drinks an evening the stupid things the drunks said and did stopped being funny clever and began being just stupid and inane.I thought Sally was going along with me. She seemed to be as interested in the walks, quiet evenings at home and the loving sex as I was. We had stopped the bar scene and begun doing 'things' together. She seemed to agree with me that quieter, less rowdy diversion were at least as satisfying. Lord knows our heads hurt a lot less.