"We will talk more later when you are up to it Paul" I told him. At thatmoment he was wearing a very tight binder that helped keep everything inplace ...nd was on some very strong painkillers. It took several days butPaul was off most of the pain medication and coherent enough to ask thepivotal question!I had come to the clinic as usual around 9:30 a.m. and I saw Paul wassitting up in a chair for the first time. I remember telling him howgood he looked. After the nurse left, we started some small. I slide your hand further up my thigh, under my shorts, to the very wet patch that has formed there. I watch as you bite your lip and whisper my name. I say your name, my voice thick with lust and desire. I run my hand down your chest to the bulge that has formed between your legs. I want you, and I want you now.Some thing about the clean air and freedom of nature is making this so soulful. I find your belt and slowly undo it, then begin to fumble with your jean button and zipper. My hand. He had described himself down to the last ‘t’. About 6’0’’, wearing jeans and a t-shirt, short hair, and black (of Caribbean descent). We went over and introduced ourselves. ‘Hi! I’m Lisa and this is Martin’. Formalities over with I sat down next to Jon, and Martin went to the bar to get a fresh round of drinks. We spent the next half an hour just chatting about nothing in particular – Just getting to know each other a bit and relaxing in each other’s company.The excitement was already bubbling. .. woman with a wonderful lover! Ikissed Marty on his powerful chest.Only one thing could make this perfect and Marty made it so; he said, "Ilove you Alex and want to be with you always." Oh, my Marty! I love you too. I want to be with you always too!"Marty smiled at me, "This is strange, I'd never thought I would ask this,let alone of a woman. Alex, would you marry me?"My God, a MAN is asking ME to marry HIM! There was only one answer in thissituation; "Yes, Marty!" and then I went on "But.