TWO MINDS WITH BUT A SINGLE THOUGHT.
by Andy Macdonald.
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The two young men, one English the other Japanese have found each other in London and have gone down to Andy's boat for the weekend. They are very much enjoying the sailing and are totally enwraptured with each other. They have just finished another bout of joyous love-making and Michito has said:
"Oh well then," he grins, "then you won't need my services ever again!" . . . .
CHAPTER V.
. . . "Oh yes I will. Take me into the shower and wash me. Get rid of all the evidence of what you have just caused to happen," I command. "Clean up your Captain and remove all traces of the Cabin Boy's ministrations."
He grins happily and leads me into the shower, runs the water until it is hot and then turns on the shower for me, handing me the soap before leaving me.
When I emerge naked from the shower he is sitting waiting for me in the saloon. As I squeeze past him on my way to the bunk he reaches up and flicks my resting cock.
"What's this? This little thing, so small and soft. Is no use to me this tiny thing!" He grins wickedly. "I only like great big, huge weapon. This one is too small." He flips my poor spent cock again with disdain.
I lunge at him, manage to grab his slithering body and once again throw him down onto our bunk. There I hold him firmly while I strip him of his T-shirt, jeans and underwear and together we snuggle into the bedding where he wriggles around so that he is lying spooned up against the front of my body, his tight buns pressing back into my groin. He gives a long, deep sigh of contentment and we both drop into a sound sleep, sated with fresh air, friendship and enjoyment. We both sleep deeply right the way through the night, not waking until after 9 o'clock. I wake first with my usual morning hard-on but realise by his deep, regular breathing that Michito is still fathoms down so I slip out of bed without molesting him (as I would very much like to). I start the engine and make breakfast for the two of us.
"Ah so, I can smell coffee" I hear from the bunk and a cute little Japanese face peers out at me.
"Yep, coffee sleepy-head. come and get it."
He climbs out of the bunk, coyly clasping his hands across his private parts, I guess to hide his morning erection, though why he should do so after the intimacies we have so recently shared, I cannot imagine, and dives into the head where I hear him take a good shower. It's lucky the boat carries more than the usual amount of fresh water I think to myself, what with all the showering we've been doing.
We tuck into breakfast and, after clearing up the galley, weigh the anchor, hoist the sails and get under way. The tide is in our favour and we have another enjoyable sail, across Christchurch Bay, through the Needles and right along the length of the Solent and back into Portsmouth Harbour and into the marina.
I dock the yacht and we secure all the gear, tidy up down below and I switch off all the services, isolating the batteries and turning of the gas. Michito has shot off and grabbed a trolley and we transfer all our gear to the car. As we climb in I glance at him and realise that there are tears streaming down his face.
"What is it, Michito? What on earth's the matter?" I ask him gently, "have you got a pain? Are you ill or something?" He turns his pathetic face to me and wipes his eyes with his sleeve like a sad little boy.
"It was all so good. Being with you. Sailing in your boat. Discovering a wonderful, good, gentle friend. And now I think it is over. Now I have to go back to London, to my studies, to where I have no friends and I must pretend that I am not a gay boy. Always pretence. Always afraid I may do something, say something even look somewhere and then people suspect. With you I found friendship, protection and freedom. I could be what I am, act as is natural to me. You cannot understand how much I have enjoyed the time we have spent together on your wonderful yacht. Your friendship, your generosity and . . . . and . . . and . . ."
" . . . and the sexy times we had together," I finished for him. Instantly his grin broke through the sadness at the memory of our rompings and couplings.
"Don't be sad, Michito," I said, "it doesn't have to end here. Not if you don't want it to - and I certainly don't want to lose you so soon after finding you."
Immediately his face lit up, eyes dry now and starting to shine again, fill with happiness as he holds my gaze.
"We are real friends?" he whispers.
"Well yes, I would say so. I would say that we are pretty intimate friends, wouldn't you?"
We get into the car and start up and drive off. I thread my way through the heavy Monday evening end-of-holiday traffic until we're onto the Motorway. Michito is silent during the journey and I sense that his mind is filled with thoughts. As we reach the outskirts of London I say: I "Right my splendid crewman where do you want me to drop you off? We're going to go past Earls Court station, is that the best for you?"
He is silent. No answer.
"Hey! What time do you have to be at college tomorrow?" I suppose you wouldn't like to come back to my place tonight?
"Oh Andy . . . . . could I? Can you really invite me back to your home. That would be so good. You are such a kind, good man, I never thought an Englishman could be such a man." "I'm not good or kind. I just fancy your cute little body. I just want to fuck the ass off you. Shag you `till you beg me for mercy. Roger you rigid."
"I don't believe you. I think you underestimate your goodness . . . . anyway I want to be fucked by you. I fancy your strong blonde body - and your great big, thick rigid cock. I want to be rogered if that is same as fucked. You can fuck me within an inch of my life! I just want to please you, thank you for the marvellous sailing, thank you for taking me away from London during long holiday. I just love you Andy. And I like you very much in the other way too!"
From the corner of my eye I can tell that Yashushi is examining my reaction to his words.
"Right then. I don't fancy climbing into a cold bed on my own tonight tonight. I need a young bed bug to warm it up for me so it's back to my flat we go."
"Oh Andy, you will really let me come to your house?"
"Yep, consider yourself kidnapped. Lured into my evil powers."
He shivers and I feel his small hand resting on my thigh. His fingers stroke lightly up and down and then he lays the flat of his palm across my groin, pressing down on my tumescent tool.
"I want this again. I want to experience its evil power." was all he said by way of reply.
I drive straight to the flat and enter the underground carpark. I can tell Michito is impressed as I trigger the automatic gate and once inside, shoot backwards into my parking spot. We clamber out and I start to sort out our gear which we split into two loads before staggering off to the lift which comes down to the car park level. I press the button for the 10th floor and we shoot up. I fumble for my keys and open my front door, standing back to let Michito enter. He goes in, kicks off his shoes and stands in the hallway uncertain what to do. "OK my friend, just dump the kit down here for now and I'll take you on the Grand Tour."
He stares at me in a puzzled fashion and I realise, as I have several times since we first met that although his mastery of the English language is very good, some expressions pass right over his head.
"Just follow me and I'll show you round the flat," I explain. I show him the sitting room, my bedroom, the guest room, kitchen and both bathrooms. I watch his face which is filled with awe. We go back into the sitting room and he stands uncertainly in the middle of the floor.
"Well sit yourself down for a minute," I tell him.
He moves across to the settee and perches there.
"What do you think then?"
"It's so big" he mutters."
"That's what seems to strike you about all my things" I reply with an evil grin. He chuckles.
"It is beautiful apartment, Andy."
He's right, it is. A three bedroom penthouse flat fronting right on to the river. The view is awesome and the decoration and furnishing is down to the obscene salary I receive from the Bank where I work.
Michito sits quite still on the settee, seemingly in shock. I can tell that he is nervous, shy and does not know what to do next. "OK my friend, have a good look around, just like you did on the boat. Go where you like, open any door or drawer that you like, really make yourself at home."
He gets up tentatively and walks around the sitting room, gazing at the furniture, the pictures on the wall, out through the window at the view of the river. As he does so my eyes follow him round the room, I feel concerned at his nervousness after his uninhibited behaviour on the boat. I decide that the best thing is to leave him to it so I go out into the hall and start shifting our gear into the bedroom, leaving him to explore on his own.
As I start to unpack my own stuff I see him walking slowly from room to room. Gradually his confidence seems to return and now he pads into the bedroom after me.
"What a beautiful big bed" and, throwing caution to the winds he jumps onto it and bounces up and down.
"You can't do that," I said, "you're a guest. You have to use the guest bed."
He pauses. Looks shocked but scrutinises my expression. Then, with the old confidence flooding back into his face he grins cheekily and says:
"No, I not guest. You said really make yourself at home. This is me making myself at home." and he starts to bounce again.
"Get off you bozo, you'll break the springs."
"Maybe you break springs tonight when you are fucking the ass off me or when you shag me `till I beg me for mercy!"
"You cheeky little brute, do you remember everything I say to you?"
He nods, "Yes" he says.
"Well, we'll get round to the fucking and shagging later, right now there's work to be done. Have you had a good look round?"
Now all his hesitancy has gone, his confidence is fully restored and he suddenly darts towards me, jumps into my arms and grips me round the hips with his legs. He plants a long, lingering kiss on my lips:
"Oh Andy . . . ." is all he says.
Then he bounds off into the sitting room and I hear him opening cupboard doors and generally exploring the room. Quite soon he's found and mastered the stereo and puts on one of my favourite CD's. Meanwhile I'm continuing to sort out my gear.
"Do you want any clothes washed?" I ask him, "I'm getting a load ready for the machine."
He comes back into the bedroom and pounces on his backpack, tipping his clothes out onto the floor. He sorts out a pile and hands them to me.
"Let me wash clothes" he says.
"Nope, you can watch me set up the washing machine then you can do them another time."
I grab the hamper containing my dirty clothing and shove his bundle in as well and carry it into the kitchen where I start to load up the machine.
"Hey, Michito, have a look in that cupboard there, you should find a new bottle of detergent, it looks like this." and I hold up the empty container. He darts off and while he's out of the kitchen I manage to remove the dirty satiny shorts that had received his very full load while we were on the boat. I reckoned they would be a good olfactory reminder at some later date.
We get the washing under way, all our things sorted out and together we prepare a pretty good meal. We are both hungry after all the fresh air over the weekend and eat ravenously and wash the food down with a fair amount of wine. After the meal I pour out two goodly measures of brandy.
"I not drink that," said Michito apologetically, "I don't like to drink too much, it's better I go on drinking wine."
"Fair enough," I reply. I see him peering towards the TV. "Go on, have a play with it."
He goes over and has a good look around then flicks through a few channels. He settles on a recent Sci-Fi film which has just started and comes back and snuggles up next to me on the settee. Once again he looks up at me, deep into my eyes and I see reflected in them his trust and happiness. We sit close together, sipping our drinks, watching the film and enjoying the stunts and stunning effects. Michito squirms with excitement from time to time.
The film ends at 11 o'clock and I disentangle myself from his warm body and I notice that Michito is almost asleep. "Hey, sleepy-head, it's time for your bed." He chuckles and I bend over and pick him up in my arms, walk into the bedroom and dump him onto the bed. He lies sprawled on his back, legs and arms spread. He looks so vulnerable and so cute. I crawl onto the bed beside him and tug his shirt free of the waist band of his jeans, then I ease it up over his head and he moves his arms so that it comes free of his body. Now I see his chest and tiny nips outlined by his thin cotton vest. That too is gently removed, I press it to my face to enjoy his musky male odour and discard it overboard to join the shirt. I flutter my fingers lightly over his smooth skin leaving a line of goose-bumps. Michito shivers with delight. Next I peel of his white socks so that he's left just in his jeans and briefs. I reach for the buckle on his belt, my knuckles encountering the soft warm flesh of his taught stomach, I fumble and have some difficulty in undoing it. Michito giggles but makes no effort to help or hinder. At last I master it and my hands moves towards his zipper.
Before my fingers can reach the tang he brushes away my probing fingers, jumps up and proceeds to undress me in exactly the same way. Firstly my shirt is pulled over my head, is sniffed deeply and discarded, then my slippers and socks join the growing pile of our clothes on the floor. Then we start to wrestle, each trying to reach the other's fly to unzip and remove his jeans. Being larger and stronger I nearly win the battle but because he is small and wriggles and twists like a slippery fish he finally manages to reach in from behind me and although his hand is trapped between my clenched thighs, he manages to get his fingers on my zip tang and starts to slide it down. But it jams, there is a large hot, hard obstruction in the way! I stop struggling, turn round and open my legs, giving him direct access to the bulging front of my jeans. He stops too and leans back staring at my crotch in anticipation. Very slowly he eases the zip down, staring at the cotton covered bulge that pushes out through the gap.
What is this?" he asks I surprise.
He rubs his fingers lightly up and down the tumescence then leans forward and rubs his face into the gaping fly.
"It smells good," he whispers, "I think maybe it tastes good too. I want to see it uncovered."
He buries his face again and inhales deeply. But I want some of the same and, while he is still engrossed, I grab his waist and turn him upside down so he is standing on his head. I spin him round and in a flash I have his zip down, his fly wide open and his jeans peeled right down to his ankles. He doesn't struggle, in fat he assists me to pull the jeans over his feet and dump them on top of the pile. Now almost all of his gorgeous body is available, just his small cotton briefs conceal his seductive little bottom behind and his obvious arousal in front.
I throw him down on the bad and run my hands all over his willing body. Across his chest, fluttering fingers on his nipples, probing fingers under his armpits, marching fingers down across his stomach to the waist-band of his underwear, then lower down to the inside of his thighs. Then they slither slowly upwards, feeling up inside the leg opening of his briefs until they encounter the hot softness of his ball-sack, concealed within the pouch of his briefs. As I stare down at the long, cloth covered bulge I can see a circle of dampness at its head. Michito's sexual arousal is obvious by the emission of a glob of pre-cum.
Andy has got me so sexy and hot. I love our mutual undressing and I want to bring him big pleasure. His big body and powerful love-tool make me want to explode with lust. I am driven mad by the sight of his body, his smell his manly taste.
He is my dream man. My fantasy lover come true. Now I need to explore his intimate parts and make him mad with sex. I am wearing only my briefs and I want him the same. He lies still and so I put my hands onto his jeans and lower them down. I see his underwear, it is sexy. He helps me a little and I get his jeans right down and off him. When I think he is not looking I put my head inside his jeans and it is filled with his wonderful man-aroma. I throw his jeans to the floor with all our mixed up clothes. But now I'm becoming crazed with lusty needs.
I reach into the fly of his sweat damp underwear pushing his swollen cock to one side and free his big low hanging nuts from their trapped position, and I guess that the sensation of his sweaty nuts being pulled from between his thighs is both startling and pleasurable, the first time today they have been free of their confining cotton steam room. Feeling the cool air on his hot nuts I admire the beauty of his man jewels as they squirm around in the loose scrotum. I place my face in their vicinity and breath deeply. Jolts of pleasure fill my head and surge down my nervous system to end at my cock.
Now I have to taste. The abstraction of both of his nuts churning around inside my mouth, as my tongue removes the day's manly deposits, causes his big fat fuck pole that is still confined in his briefs to become rock hard, I reach in and jerk free his hard dick through the too small fly, his man organ standing so proud, the head glistening with precum. I lean back to study the multiple sensations I am causing, the tender head of his stiff log smearing precum on my eager face, that mysterious internal phantom pleasure/pain deep in his moist fuck pole from my hands kneading, stretching his cum loaded balls, I take his hard man tool deep in my hungry mouth, I suck as if his cock is my only life support, while stretching and squeezing his nuts to get every drop of his precious man juice ready to come to me.
The pressure is so intense, he opens his eyes for a brief moment, but he can't focus properly. Now I really set to work sliding my lips up and down, tonguing the flaring knob, sucking in my cheeks to grip and vacuum his pulsing penis.
Slowly I slide down then back up to leave the head just between my lips, then another sensuous slide downwards. Up and down, increasing speed, sliding my mouth further and further down on each tantalising, hot, wet stroke. I'm loving it. His cock is mine. I pleasure it and he groans as the exquisite feeling floods his whole body. Slurping, suctioning, soaking with saliva . . . His body stiffens, I can't maintain him on the edge any longer, and I release myself from his frenzied pillar as his body arches uncontrollably, his hips thrusting his groin futilely into the air as I hear his prolonged groan of his sexual release and feel his cum, body fluids and stress scream out of his prick in four fearful gouts, splattering onto his tight stomach. A hot thick white lake of spunk, sticky to touch and with the special sharp nutty smell of fresh cum. Spaced, wasted and spent he sinks onto the bed, flat out on his back , panting for breath, to rest and let the lingering twangs subside. Wow! The little sex-fiend. That was a blow-job to remember.
But what about him? I just came buckets, he is still fully sexed up. I needn't have worried. In a flash he kneels upright and whips off his skimpy red briefs, throwing them down onto the bed. As I lie there on my back, a puddle of cum cooling on my belly, he throws himself on top of me. He clasps his arms around my body, buries his head into my furry chest and humps his cute ass up and down causing his steely prick to slide up and down in the pool of cum, spreading, smearing, sliding. He fucks his cock up and down my stomach and as he does so I see the glorious sight of his humping, thrusting little bum. I realise that the briefs he just threw off have landed just by my head and by turning my face I find I can bury it into the hot, sweaty material, smelling where that chunky little ass has rested all day.
He fucks and fucks, grunting and moaning small Japanese words to himself He slides his face sideways, I sense what he wants and raise my arms whereupon his face dives into my sweaty pits and he breathes in my funk as he fucks his cock across my hot skin. His humping increases in its urgency and I whisper into his ear in times with his pounding strokes: "Go! go! go! go! Go for it Michito, Fuck Oh So HARD! !"
His strokes become faster and faster, shorter and shorter until suddenly he freezes, lunging against me with all his might, holding, holding, his ass cheeks quivering with power. I feel hot sticky liquid jetting out of his jabbing cock, I hear a long dawn-out strangled moan and then his muscles all go slack. He has orgasmed. He has shot his load which now mingles with mine in a smear of sticky white juice.
Once again we are both totally spent. We lie still, Michito on top of me, our semen now cool and slowly drying to a sticky glue between our clasped bodies.. Eventually I sit up, roll him gently off me, to my side, and climb off the bed.
"Come with me, lover" I say and propel him gently by the shoulders into the guest bathroom. "Here you go. Have a bath or a shower or both if you like. There's masses of hot water. And here are the towels. Just make yourself at home, do whatever you like, take as long as you like. This bathroom is just for you."
The look in his eyes once again says it all. He is just so happy and that makes me feel good too.
I leave him, close the door and go into my own bathroom where I take a long, long shower. Washing away the salt, sweat and bodily emissions after a long and happy day. After thoroughly drying myself I crawl into bed utterly exhausted and despite the fact that it is still quite early, I fall asleep in an instant.
I wake at dawn. The early morning light often wakes me or maybe it is the sea-gulls calling out on the river. Michito is curled up in my arms, his back to my chest and I realise that yet again I'm hard and that my rampant prick is nestled right up into the crack of his hot little ass. I had fallen asleep so quickly that I had neither heard nor felt his small body insinuate itself into the bed and into my automatic embrace. I can tell by his deep, regular breathing that he is fast asleep. He needs the sleep I tell myself but my cock tells me a different story. It knows where it is and it knows that although it is close, it isn't where it really yearns to be. I lie still leaving my toy-boy to sleep.
But not for long. As he lies there in my arms I can smell the subtle odour of his hair and the sweet musk of his body. My cock is already stiff, my sexuality in high gear. In my mind I am visualising his cute little uncut cock. My hand slips slowly and carefully down to his stomach then feels its way down into the moist warmth between his upper thighs, into the fork between his legs. So very gently I lightly probe my way towards where his cock must nestle and I encounter the small, soft tube the body of which I start to stimulate by feathering my finger-tips up and down. I glide my fingers up to the top and feel the veil of soft skin and within it the ridge of his cock- head. This furtive exploration fills my mind with sexual fantasies and augments the fact that my cock is becoming more and more primed to raid its muslced goal. As I explore, I realise that the object of my investigation is gradually changing shape. The tube is lengthening, hardening and the veil at its head is being put under some considerable pressure. I tease his foreskin and ease it gently back down the stiffening shaft and I feel the knob, that it is there to protect, pop free of its skinny prison.
Michito whimpers softly and his body stirs. His cock continues to engorge with blood and now I am sliding his foreskin up and down, covering and freeing his cock-head. I know that he is wide awake now and his buttocks clench and unclench in time with the strokes I'm giving to his cock. He wiggles his bottom and thrusts back into my predatory groin. My cock is sending urgent throbbing commands to my brain which interprets them as a need to thrust my hips forward in an attempt to bury my cock ever deeper into his bum-crack. I can feel Michito wriggling out of my clasping arms and abandoning my invading cock. Disappointment floods through me. He obviously wants to sleep rather than make love. But no! He slides across the bed and I hear the bedside drawer opening. A scrabbling hand seeks out the pack of condoms and tube of KY.
"What the . . . ? How did you know they were there?" I asked him. "
"Well you asked me to make myself at home," he chuckled, "you said - Go where you like, open any door or drawer that you like, really make yourself at home. I did," he ends simply.
With skilful but shaking fingers he slides a condom over my urgent cock and then his little hands spread KY jelly liberally over it. I feel him take another glob of the lubricant and use it to anoint the area deep into the cheeks of his arse. He returns to my cock which he now jerks up and down in long slow strokes, meanwhile my mind is recalling the image of how his luscious buttocks had pounded his body against mine. I had longed to fuck that adorable ass all day and now he reared up on all fours, eagerly offering himself like a bitch on heat. I can't hesitate, I look down at him, his back to me, shoulders on the bed, ass in the air. I know that my rock-hard man dick is already releasing a giant drop of pre-cum. Teasingly, I drag my cock over his balls, past the hungry and inviting hole, up his ass crack and back down over and over again, leaving a slick- wet trail of lubricant between his ass cheeks. Then, with my guiding hand taking aim at his awaiting begging hole, I penetrate my hard thick ready inches of dominance into his ass.
Through clenched teeth he moans "Oh, yes, Andy, please fuck me, please fuck me, deep, please Andy, deeper. I want it. I want you inside me so much."
I lean over, driving my dick deep into his guts, ass cheeks firmly against groin, pubic bone beating tail bone, belly to back, chest against shoulder blades, my nose buried into his thick sweet-smelling hair, sucking the back of his neck driving deeper and deeper into my boy's ass, revelling in every square centimetre of man to man, flesh-to-flesh contact.
I straighten tall on my knees, pull him up tightly to me and slap the side of his bottom, first one side then the other. I am dominating him, penetrating, drilling deep into him. I begin to slam my enraged manhood in and out of his tight, red- hot hungry ass, he clenches his anal ring hard onto the invader but it doesn't stop me, only inflames my lust further. I skewer him from side to side, my tool seeking out his love button, I slow down now, slow my strokes and lengthen them, getting my stride my fuck-rhythm. My penis is almost totally withdrawn until just the head is trapped within his clenching hotness, then the deep hard thrust which fills his channel with the male marauder. Withdraw, thrust deep. Slide slowly out, drive mercilessly in. I'm grunting with the effort of it, he is groaning with the ecstasy. My strokes get shorter and faster, his ass clenches harder, then . . . then . . . . my awaiting hot stream of man-juice erupts deeply within the welcoming warm depths of my boy-man.
At the same time as his ass feels the spasms of my orgasmic prick, from deep within his core, I feel him shudder, contract, expand, his ass gripping me even tighter than ever before. I reach under him and grab his pulsing, dripping rod and pump it furiously.
"Oh Fuck, stop, I can't ... I can't ... Agggghh ..." as I feel the splashing of manseed, the gusher of hot, white cum erupt from his core.
Totally satisfied and sated yet again, we collapse on the bed, shaken and convulsing gently with sensuous, passionate soul- stirring after shocks of deep release. I hold my boy loosely in my arms as he gently licks my hard and tender nipples, kissing my neck and ears, and whispering:
"Oh thank you Andy, thank you Andy."
We sleep. Deep post-coital sleep until the harsh reality of my alarm wakes us both with a jolt. It's Tuesday and our idyll is over with both of us having to return abruptly to the actuality of work or study.
I jump out of bed and leap into my shower where I let the hot water cascade over my head and my body and rinse away the stickiness of our lovemaking. I shoot out of my bathroom to find that Michito has also got up and I hear sounds from the other bathroom. I go into the kitchen and prepare us a simple breakfast of coffee and toast and in no time Michito is packing his gear into his backpack.
The poor little guy is a dejected bundle of misery now that he is about to have to return to the reality of his situation in London. Just before we leave the apartment I take him gently by the shoulders and our faces meet in a deep, deep kiss. Then I slide my face down across his chest, over his stomach and burying my face into his groin, I kiss his very centre. "I will have to meet this again - soon" I tell him and he looks at me with longing in his eyes:
"You really want us to meet again?"
"Yea, of course I do you goofball. Look, here's my telephone number. Why don't you give me a ring this evening?"
Then we're taking the lift down to the garage.
"Right, If I drop you off at the Tube Station near my office do you think you can find your way home?" I enquire of him. "Oh yes, Andy. Is not a problem".
I know that really it is a problem. I do not want ever to leave Andy now that, at last, I have found a friend in London. I have already fallen in love with his beautiful strong body and his clever kind mind. Also I don't really know where we are or where the Underground station is but I do not want to bother my Andy because I realise that already his mind is with his work. Somehow I will find my way home. My mind is in a whorl. It has been three days like it must be in Heaven, being with Andy, driving in his car, sailing in his boat, sleeping next to his big, sexy body and breathing in its exciting scent. Our love-making was like nothing I've ever experienced before.
Now it is finished, maybe for ever. Maybe I'm just some small Japanese bimbo that he fancied in the restaurant and picked up for some holiday fun. Ah but he did give me his number, he did ask me to phone him this evening. I will, I will phone him.
To be continued!
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