I felt shy after hearing his words. His desire to meet me was prominent. I was waiting for the time to come and the time came. I took a cab and reache... the destination. He was waiting there to receive me.He had already arranged the hotel. It was a dream coming true moment for me when I met him. He was just the same. Tall, well-built body but he was darker than the previous meeting.I was walking with him and thinking about my impatience inside the cab. We shared a coke and made our way towards. There were two other guys sitting at the bar who also seemed to be at the hotel for an unrelated work event, one was a white guy who looked to be of an Italian or Portuguese background with brown hair about 6’ tall and an avg body, not out of shape but definitely no bodybuilder. The other was a black guy who was noticeably taller than his friend probably about 6’4”, this guy definitely worked out as he was toned but again not a bodybuilder type. I was halfway through my 3rd beer of the night. "We'll be able to contact and find each other," she said reassuringly."I... I don't know," said Zip."How about if Forny goes with you?" she suggested. She did not want to be with him this moment."I guess that would be okay," replied Zip, "And there would still be three of us to look around." Exactly," said Pleasure, trying not to sound too sarcastic.Forny and Zip went one way. Pleasure went another."Let's take a walk, Org1," said Michael. He was stir crazy."Does it involve sex?" asked Org1"No,". She didn’t know how to start and he took the lead. “My mother’s name was Sandra but I am going to call you Mom from now on. My first memories of desire for my mother occurred when she kept giving me baths until I was 10 years old. I remember her scrubbing me all over and making sure that my little stiffie was all clean. She would wear a floppy housecoat that would hang open all the time. Finally my dad objected and she stopped doing that. Could we start with a bath?”Mom said she might have that.