I've been involved in a fitness for k**s program as a spokesman for about eight months now and have visited many different countries to promote youth ...itness.Anyway, that shit's all boring and not what I'm writing to tell yall about. When I visited Dubai I had an amazing experience that I'll never ever forget...I was called in to do a live interview for the Dubai-TV evening news. Before the interview, I met the news anchor whose name was جلنار جردلي Jilnar Jardaly and, oh man!, was she fucking. "Ssssshhhhh," Vicky replied. "We don't wanta get caught."They watched their husbands undress. The men made a pretty awkward job of it, because they couldn't take their eyes off Shelly. But finally they managed to fumble out of their clothes, and they stood there naked, with stiff hard-ons."Mmmmmmm, just look at that," Shelly purred, eyeing the two hard and ready cocks. "Lucky me."Vicky and Joan were eating their hearts out. Their husbands hardly ever made love to them any more, yet they could. ” I realized who it was, it was Mike. “What are you doing here?” I said, and sat up. He pointed at a fishing rod, he was holding in his left hand. “What does it look like?” “Oh, okay. How are you?” “Fine, but you need to get out of the sun.” “Why?” He lit a cigarette and pointed at me. “You look like a lobster, you are red.” I looked down at my body, but through my sunglasses my skin looked fine. When I took them off I realized what he meant. “Oh, God, this is going to hurt tonight.” “It. I warmed her up by cruising down the main drag of this modest town to the local service station. I didn't need gas yet. This petite car's fuel gauge still read full.Instead I checked her oil, air, and other fluid levels right down to the water in her windshield washer reservoir, exactly as the owner's manual specified. Everything was precisely where it should be, but I felt better for making sure.A slow cruise back down the main street and I took the turn back towards The Highway.Again there.