This story is a hanker one and contains explicit sex aspect between an older man and young son. If this disturbs you please do not read further. While there is some sum of money of sex involved in the story it is not just something to get you hot. There is a deeply level to this story.

Liner.

romance on the heights Seas.

When the ocean liner stopped at capital of the Philippines and the crew of overweight American tourists trooped down the gangway bearing their baggage, and as usual talking at the top of their articulation I was relieved. The tripper from Colombo had not been up to my expectation. I had booked the slip with visions of slim silky Asian son in my mind, and had been overwhelmed by the crowd of fat middle aged American's that had been on board. The one cute Sri Lankan steward on the ship was called Romal and had turned out to be a paid Gigolo who was only interested in the buck he could milk from the passengers, in exceptional the American language's. He swung both ways and did not care if he serviced either males or females as long as a fistful of dollar mark came his way. I was still young enough to baulk at the idea of paying for sex and yet not old enough to experience reached the state of having to do so to ensure suitable company. I certainly had no intention of spending good money to reserve some gigolo to pound my ass, nor was I willing to pay him what he wanted to allow me to use his body.

As the tacky group of holidaymaker sauntered down the gangplank, I stood leaning on the railing waiting with some excitement to see what the new reaching would be like, fervently hoping that there would be at least one or two possibility among them. The potpourri crowd that was now approaching the ship seemed to be fully made up of Asiatic. Leading the large number was a unanimous phalanx of Japanese business men, wearing almost monovular lawsuit with their photographic camera dangling from their cervix, and faces wreathed in monovular smiles. stopping point behind them came the Philippine, in family groups being shepherded by nervous looking father, all of them radiant as peacock butterfly in their obviously new apparel. One or two of the teenage boys in this lot looked occupy. But the most interesting one of all was dragging along at the tail end of the caboodle. He appeared to be a single boy who did not have any comrade or parents in tow. My stake perked up immediately. He looked to be around 19 or 20, though as usual with Asian boys like this he could have got been unseasoned. He had the broad jugal bone and clear hairless typeface typical of the region. Unusual was the fact that he was alone and seemed to be carrying just a small duffel bag bag. No traveling bag, no camera and no beaming face. He was dressed in a pair of seedy dungaree and a silk shirt that looked as if it belonged with a black tie, rather than being casually paired with jeans. As he approached the railing he looked up at me. He had a rather dull pinched look about him and a forlorn expression on his face.

I had actually tipped the custodian to ensure that I would not be forced to plowshare my cabin with some ghastly Japanese clientele man or a small tiddler from one of the Filipino families. He had suspected my interest in gay sex and had, with a lewd wink, assured me he would see that I got a"suitable"companion for the rest of the journey to Sydney. He also indicated that he would be expecting me to cough up a decent amount of money if he got me the"the right way"kind of cabin Ilex paraguariensis. Looking at the social status and file of the new arrival I idly wondered just who I would be sharing my cabin with over the next 10 Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. I hoped it would be with mortal who was at least presentable if not good looking. And of course if it was someone whom I could get up to some"hankey panky"with, so much the better.

Putting aside my understanding on these matters I went forward to watch with my usual captivation the unconscious process of leaving a harbour and heading out to sea. Watching the tug boats bury their seat almost into the pee as they took up the encumbrance on the cablegram and then sensing the behemoth beneath me commence to move never ceased to enthral me. Feeling the rumble of the engines starting up and watching the scroll of the bow wave cost increase higher as we got underway kept me riveted at the bow of the ship till almost sunset. I never ceased to be completely engrossed by the disappearing of land and the endless vistas offered by the open air ocean.

When I went down to my cabin to change for dinner I could see no grounds of any move around companion. There was no luggage in the cabin and no mark of anyone having entered either. Wondering what was to transpire I went to the dining room and was greeted at the threshold by Romal. The steward had a smug look on his boldness and while escorting me to my table informed me that he had allotted the irregular buncombe in my cabin to one of the two teen aged Logos of the Filipino household who would be sharing the board with me. He told me I could *********** whichever of the boy that either took my fancy, or stirred my loins. He made the introductions to the family who were already seated at the mesa and with a somewhat proprietary air announced that I would take the selection as to which of the 2 boys, who were in their deep teens, would be sharing my cabin. During the course of dinner I studied both lads carefully. They were not very shy and were quite well spoken and extremely polite as are most Asian fellow of that age. Though it was the younger of the two that was more outgoing I eventually decided that I may have a better prospect to entice the older one into playing some private body games at nighttime. When I announced my decision I thought I saw a looking at of letdown on the unseasoned boy face.

During dinner I noticed that the single boy I had seen earlier was seated with a chemical group of 3 Japanese business men at an table not so far away from mine. He still had the wearisome listless face on his face and seemed to be quite lost in his own man. The Nipponese men at his table tried to include him in their enliven conversation but he was not very responsive and soon they were ignoring him completely. He left the table very soon, after picking at his food though hardly eating much. When I was taking my usual walk around the pack of cards after dinner again I noticed the boy sitting alone in a tranquilize corner of the deck of cards and began to wonder about him. But I did not intrude on his solitude and soon decided to go below. When I reached my cabin I found that the elder of the 2 son who had been at the mesa was already inside and lying in the speed berth. As I had observer during dinner he was a pleasant looking boy and was now lolling at his ease dressed in only a duad of boxer short circuit, and reading what appeared to be a comic volume.

decision making that the effective way to describe whether he would be tractable to some fun and play would be to let him"see"me as I was changing into my Night garb which was a similar pair of pugilist, I started to get rid of my apparel and standing fully naked in front of the mirror proceeded to put on my shortstop, managing to take a lot prospicient than usual to do so to see he could have a good look at what I possessed. I could see from his reflection that he was interested in what he saw and was gazing with rapt aid at my body. His aid was riveted on my phallus and lump and he did not notice me watching him in the mirror. I could also see a cause in his shorts as his prick started to rise.



turning away from the mirror I went and leaning against the bunk and put my mitt directly on his semi punishing cock. I got a reaction from him ... ... but it was not what I had expected. Without a sound of protest or refusal he simply let his comic leger fall over his face and lay perfectly still, though his cock rose to full erection and was throbbing under my helping hand. I squeezed it slightly and felt him grow even harder. I lifted my other hand to his chest and started to gently play with his mammilla. The areolas were vauntingly and of the wonderful color only found on Asian people. Soon his mammilla were also unvoiced and standing authorise. Lowering my sass to his chest I started to suck them alternately. I explored his thigh and lower belly and was soon kissing and licking his navel and the line of fine pubic hair that started on his breadbasket and disappeared into his boxers. Through all this, early than the throbbing of his cock and its extreme hardness, he made no sound or commentary or move. His hands were still holding the comic book over his face. Slipping both my weaponry beneath his dead body I lifted him and brought him down to lie on my berth, and stretched myself alongside him. But when I tried to get rid of the comic covering his face he made a negative sound and firmly held it in place. Having had prior experience with many Asian boys I immediately understood he wanted the cabin light turned off and was not willing to seem directly at my case or consistence in the light.

Only after I switched off the lights and the cabin was plunged into darkness did he allow me to take away the book. In the total dark his restraint and inhibitions were form aside. He responded to my kisses and was soon exploring my dead body with his hands just as I was exploring his, allowing me to probe his back talk with my knife and then putting his spit deep into my oral cavity. Very soon both of us were completely bare and with gruelling pricking pressed on laborious prick we continued sucking and French kissing. He allowed me to impress down till his shaft was in my mouth and then slowly pivoted his consistency around so he could do the same to me. But when in my eagerness to proceed further I started to explore the crack of his ass and my finger was searching for his entree hole. He stopped sucking my hammer and whispered in a barely audible vocalisation,"Uncle ... Please Uncle ... No anal retentive"Respecting his wishes I stopped myself and continued to relish the other pleasures offered by his lithe slim body and prick. We very soon reached our culmination and ejaculated in each other's lip. He then turned himself around again and lay next to me with his head resting on my berm, his leg thrown over my second joint and his hitch turncock pressed to the position of my leg, my cock gripped in his helping hand. He was soon profligate asleep. I also dropped off to sleep well pleased by the variety in my luck.

Very early the next morning, before it became brightly, he slid from my bed and climbed up to his upper berth berth. I heard him moving around as he pulled on his clothes and then he got down and left the cabin. I saw him next at the board when I went for my breakfast. He barely looked up as I sat down and a red bloom spread across his face. Behaving in a very normal way I greeted the family without paying any untoward tending to the boy. I spoke to his parents and his brother and included him in some of the universal remarks. I knew the situation. He was afraid and uncertain about how I would behave after our dalliance of the premature night and unwilling to see at or look me. I was eventually able to get him alone in a corner of the deck, though he had tried his skillful to avoid me, I told him that what we had done the previous dark was cypher to be shy or ashamed about, but was of course of instruction best kept to ourselves and not intimated to anyone else. As he understood that I was not going to diffuse our connection by my behavior or my treatment of him he relaxed enough to bet at me while I was speaking and the blushful colouring receded from his face.

I also told him I had enjoyed the experience and hoped he had as well. I also let him know that unless he was interest in a repeat execution I would not necessitate it from him. He was tidal bore enough to assent to having another session that night. After dinner the solitary difference to the previous day's experience was that when I entered the cabin I found him already on my berth and wearing only his undies which clearly showed his state of foreplay. I enjoyed myself tasting and teasing him and was able to sustain the seance for a much thirster time and we both achieved a number of ejaculations before we finally dozed off.

I spent much of the pursual day as I usually did, close to the bow of the ship, watching the blossom forth sea and the dolphins jumping clear of the water before cris- crossroad under the sauceboat only to reduplicate their leaps of raptus. Towards the latter part of the afternoon when most of the passengers were resting Romal the flight attendant approached me. The look on his face was enough to tell me that he had discovered the fact that I had scored with my beau rider. Not wanting to traverse it or to avoid the issuance I gave him the sum I had agreed to pay him for helping me. He had a smug grinning on his face when he asked me if I now wanted a change of partner. He then told me that I could call upon the younger of the two brothers also if I was so tend, as he had discovered the boy in a compromising state with one of the Jap business men during the morning and had told him he would keep it a secret if the boy would consent to sharing my cabin for a Nox or so. Apparently the boy was bore and very unforced to sample what I had to tender and it was he who had alerted Romal to the fact that I had seduced his elder brother, which he had discovered by observing his brothers reaction to me over the 2 previous days and by questioning him about it. He also told Romal that he had been hoping that I would choose him to share my cabin and had been most foiled when I had picked his brother.

Seeking out the elder boy I asked if he objected to the proposed change. Though knowing full well what would transpire, he quite readily agreed to allow his younger brother to occupy my cabin that Night. While having dinner party I studied the jr. boy. I soon came to the finish that he was actually the better looking of the 2 and from the way he kept looking at me and grinning he also conveyed his interestingness in what was going to take place between us later that night. My hunch were soon confirmed. He entered the cabin a few minutes after I did and without saying a word locked the door. Unlike his elder Brother he showed no signs of the usual Asian shyness and without troubling to interchange off the luminousness he stripped off his wearing apparel and dropping then on the trading floor came and stood in nominal head of me. His young and flowing body was enticing. He had very just a minor amount of pubic hair that enhanced the forward jutting penis and bully round balls that nestled close below. He climbed up on my lap and kneeling astride me started to lavish kisses and lick on my face and lips.

Then he slowly proceeded to divest me of all my clothes, allowing me to do no more than raise my ass from the meaninglessness so he could slip my pants and underwear from under me making as naked as he was. Again settling astride my lap his kisses soon had me getting aroused. He was much more decompress than his elder crony and appeared to take in absolutely no forbiddance. My dick soon rose to a stand and he settled himself astride me allowing it to luxate between the delicate small face of his ass and as it found the entrance to his butt he pushed himself firmly downwards and surprisingly my stopcock slid in without any motivation of lubricating substance. It was discernible he was much Thomas More receive than his buddy and had no reticence to getting fucked. He then pushed me flatbed on to my backbone and started to rally my peter with an abandon I had never encountered before in an Asiatic boy.

As he was rising and falling on the length of my cock I grasped his shit which was stiff as a panel and wanked him. We reached orgasm almost simultaneously and he shot his mucilaginous boy's cum all over my breast and face as my load deposited itself deep in his hole. Needles to say we did not log Z's much that nighttime. He was young and eager to explore all I could show and teach him [ which was not very much ] But one posture he had not experienced before was being fucked while he lay on his back with his legs resting on my berm and his cute ass spread head wide before me and to deliver my cock pushed into him so deep that my pubic fuzz rubbed roughly against the peel around his hole. He unlike his elder Brother was not shy to peach about his previous experiences and to admire the sizing and length of my cock and its callousness and the fact that I was able to get a salary increase almost as fast as he was after an ejaculation.

He told me his brother's intellect for avoiding anal sex was that he was in"love"with another boy in their home town and was"preserving"himself for that boy. He kept me ship's company for the future 3 Clarence Shepard Day Jr. of our voyage and often would slip up to me during the day and with a wink ask me if I wanted to"take a rest ”. Of course it was anything but a eternal rest he had in nous. By the end of the fourth day I think we both felt we had done everything any 2 masses could do together in bed and were both ready for a modification of pace and spouse.

After we discussed this he happily ran off to get Romal and see which of the Jap business men he could next seduce and to advance accounting entry to that mans cabin. He also told me his ambition was to catch some Z's with every available man he could before we reached Sydney.

I had been observing the lone boy I have mentioned earlier and though he seemed to be an extremely shy and diffident variety of boy his smell were attractive and there was something very appealing about his woebegone formula and I asked Romal to arrange for him to be my following cabin mate. I had absolutely no thought if I would observe him to be an affable fellow traveler or if I could inveigle him into my bed but whatever the outcome I decided that I wanted to chance out more about him and why he was alone and why he continually looked so sad. That evening when I went down to the cabin to change for dinner I noticed that the boy's duffle bag was lying on the upper bunk though there was no polarity of the lad himself. He was introduce at the dining board for dinner but hardly responded to any of the questions that the others put to him ... as they were speaking a Filipino idiom I could not see what was being said but from the short responses the boy gave I gathered that he was not saying practically. I myself refrained from saying anything other than a"soundly eve"When I returned to the cabin after my usual after dinner pass around the ship's deck the boy was already there. He was lying on his bunk staring at the roof and appeared lost in though.

Even though he was not very willing to answer my doubtfulness I was able-bodied to scuff some of his story from him with ho-hum patient role and simple questions. His name was Manuelle. He had lived in Manila from his parturition, and was now on his way to Sir Philip Sidney to bring together a college after he had won a learnedness there. He was unhappy at having to leave everything he had ever known and to bear to go to a strange and new post. His family fortune prevented any of his people from accompanying him and he was very apprehensive of what he would witness in Sydney. At that fourth dimension I did not make any open reference to my understanding for having him as my cabin Paraguay tea for the rest of the ocean trip, nor did I indicate, that after seeing him at much closer range than I had in the yesteryear few days, was quite taken with his looking at and that the desire to have him in my bed was getting strong by the minute. After I had heard his history, during the telling of which he had got more relaxed and had started to respond more easily, I turned off all the lights and went to sleep.

It was well into the still scout of the Nox that I was woken by a sound. It was the sound of someone stifling his crying. I got up from my hogwash and turning on the dim blue air Night igniter in the cabin, saw that it was Manuelle who was crying. I poured him a meth of body of water and giving it to him enquire what the problem was. Eventually after very much disinclination he told me he was feeling very homesick and missing his brothers and sisters and family line. How I got him to do it I do not make out, but I got him to get along and sit succeeding to me on my nonsense and putting an arm around his shoulders told him not to worry too much.

At initiatory he was starchy and resisted my comforting him but then slowly relaxed enough to put his mind on my shoulder though his body was still shaken from time to metre with his sobs. We sat like that for quite some sentence and his watchword slowly came to a diaphragm, though I could feel his whole body was tense up and trembling. I got him to lie down next to me on my bunk and wrapped him in my coat of arms. We dropped off to log Z's lying like that with the gamey night light source still on. There was nil sexual in our activeness just one body taking comfort from the proximity of another. I woke the next break of day to regain his head nestled on my shoulder, his arm across my breast and one of his legs thrown across my second joint. I could finger the whole of his slim slender physique pressed up close to my consistency. My tactual sensation were quite building complex. I was still attracted to him and interested to seduce him but there was also something so vulnerable and thin about him that it created a protective instinct in me that wanted to wrap him up and hold back him from being hurt in any way.

When he woke up and found himself pressed up to me like that he jumped up from the bunk and started to stammer out excuse. I calmed him down and told him it was not a trouble. We spent much of that day inside the cabin talking and getting to screw about each other. At get-go it was not an easy task to get him to talk about himself and he was especially shy when it came to his emotions and experiences, but as the day drew on he started to be much more open about his life story. That night when we returned to the cabin after dinner it did not read much to persuade him to get and lie down following to me. Strangely for me I never made any attempt to precede any sexual component into our relationship and for the next 3 days and nights our human relationship was platonic and consisted of outlay much of the day together, chatting and learning many details about each other. The nights were spent in talking and then sleeping together in one built in bed with him lying cradled in my weapons system. Eventually I did tell him about my sexuality and liking for son but also made it quite clear that I would not make believe any demand for sex or expect him to do anything he was not interested in.

After I had told him this I quite expected him to obviate sharing my bed that night but was astonished when he himself came and lay down beside me after he had turned off the cabin light source including the low night light that had been kept on for the late few nights. As the dark settled around us he hesitatingly told me that as that would be the last night that we would be together he was willing to let me use his eubstance as I wished, as a quittance for my forgivingness towards him. Surprising myself despite my desire to explore his consistence I told him that I was not worry in such an system. I was attracted to him and would have enjoyed having sex with him, but that it should be, that he wanted to do it, because he liked me and not to repay me for just a simple act of forgivingness. Lying next to me in the darkness he seemed to find more secure and began to verbalize about his apprehension of reaching Sydney the next day and of what he was to do. His doubts about being able to recover fitting and of what would be facing him in the college. When we eventually dropped off to kip he was still comfortably wrapped in my arms and as on the previous 3 nights slept through the night without any polarity of the first night's homesickness or angst.

It was after we woke the side by side morning and having finished breakfast returned to the cabin to pack our belongings in anticipation of the landing at Sydney that I began to broach the melodic theme that had been germinating in my mind from the premature Night. I had learnt that the college Manuelle was to attend was very close to my place of business and in the area I had been allotted a fellowship flat. Though I was alone the flat allotted to me was a 2 sleeping room one. So I proposed that instead of him occupying a room in the college or trying to obtain archeological site or staying as a paying guest in some rooming planetary house he could add up and share my compressed till he was settled in the college and had found his way around Sydney. Of course I made it quite clear to him that I would not expect to take in any intimate party favour from him in yield for this. Our organization would allow him to feel secure as he would receive me around in the evenings and since he was now somewhat familiar spirit with me he would not feel so alone or become too homesick. I expected him to hesitate or show some house of his earlier aloofness, but as I made the proposal, I saw his face and humor lighten and for the first gear time since I had laid eye on him 10 mean solar day previously I saw a big smile spread across his face. Throwing his arms around me he hugged me close up and said he would be only too glad to come and quell with me in the flat.

It was past 6 pm when the ship berthed and when the landing formalness were over we were almost the start single to debark, catching a cab we went directly to the flat. Getting the keys from the building super we let ourselves in. It was a pleasant eastern United States lining flat and from the balcony in the battlefront we had a Nice view of the beach dappled with the shadow of the buildings thrown there by the place setting sun. On the flop side there was a magnanimous bedroom also facing east, with French people windows that opened to a separate balcony and a slightly pocket-size bedroom on the left side of the sitting elbow room. I offered to let Manuelle use the bombastic room as his pauperization of space to observe his record book etc was more than mine. But he said he would prefer to have the pocket-size room and was soon busy unpacking his merger belongings in it. I unpacked my stuff in the captain chamber and flopped down on the broad bed and without meaning to, was soon sound asleep. It was well after midnight when I awoke to find that I was not alone. Manuelle was lying next to me with his arms around me and his unharmed slim dead body pressed to the length of my own. It was quite a familiar sensation since we had spent the last 4 nights sleeping in somewhat the same mode, thought the bed in the flat was large and all-inclusive with plenty of elbow room unlike the berth on the ship.

Next sunup it was quite early when the pearly light of the rising sun coming through the open window roused me from my slumber. Manuelle was still lying future to me though now it was my limb wrapped around his body and his pert rear pressed back into my private parts. Over the succeeding few Clarence Day and weeks this became the location we almost always woke up in. I would come menage from the office to find Manuelle oceanic abyss in his studies. We would either cook ourselves a meal or go out for dinner party and come back to the flat. I would understand for a prison term and he would study or we would sit together and chit-chat about our day. I would usually go to bed before he would and when he had finished his study he would err into my bed and printing press against me. It was a pleasant sentience but still without any form of intimate turmoil. For me to be in bed with a nubile youth and yet not to require a sexual release was something I had not yet experienced in my life story

This platonic sort relationship was something very strange for me. I was more accustomed to having sex than doing without it. But for some reason I did not need to be the one to broach any form of gender into our relationship. Normally I would have been very aroused by the comportment of such a attractive boy, for Manuelle was very a great deal of the kind of boy I always liked. Since his boldness had lost the worried and pinched expression he had carried when I first saw him he had over the intervening time blossomed into a very sweet looking and attractive boy. His melt off lithe body was without a trace of hair [ or at least what component part I had seen of it were ] and his expression had taken on a radiant looking at with a beaming smiling forever hovering around his broad lips. And though both he and I were often semi erect in the morning when we woke I had no thought of what he had hidden beneath his shorts.

It was perhaps around 6 hebdomad from when we had moved into the flat together that the situation altered. It was a Friday eventide and the next 2 solar day were vacation. I was quite latterly in returning to the flat having stayed in the billet to crystallise all pending work so that Saturday and Sunday could be spent just lazing around on the beach or wandering around Sydney seeing the batch. As was my want when returning from study I went straight to my bedroom and stripped off my wearing apparel and headed into the lav for a shower bath. Standing under the streaming stream of water I was quite unaware of the bathroom door orifice and the entry of another person into the room, until I felt someone press up against my back and 2 arms came around and gripped me in a tight bosom. It was of course Manuelle and he was still fully dressed. Holding his eubstance hard against mine he began to address. He told me that he had expected me to make the outset move towards introducing sex into our family relationship.

In fact he had been expecting me to do this for over a month and had even tried to entice me by wearing skimpy boxers around the flat and when sleeping next to me he had tried to read me he was cook by often pressing his ass against me. He also told me he had often spied on me when I was showering and had started desiring my torso. He then proceeded to ask me if I still desired him in a sexual way or if I had lost involvement in him or if I had found another lover.

Unclasping his workforce from around my thorax turned to face him and then kissed him fully on the lips. His body melted into mine and I could feel him trembling much as he had been when we had first touched on display panel the ship on the night he had been sobbing in his bunk. But this time I knew that the trembling was not care or understanding but from desire. How a great deal fourth dimension elapsed as we stood deeply kissing I really don't know but it seemed to be aeons.

Eventually we pulled apart and then I slowly removed his wet clothes revealing for the first time, to my hungry regard, his beautiful trunk. He stood patiently under the needle spray of the exhibitor as I traced the lines of his face and bureau. My digit followed the shape of his monotone belly to the conjunction of his legs where a illumine dusting of fuzz drew my attention to his stopcock which was at half mast, then down his slight legs to the perfectly proportioned foot. Turning his pliant and willing body around I then examined his back and the contour of his hindquarters which fitted my helping hand to ne plus ultra. All that I saw only server to enhance my sense of completion .... this is what I had been seeking all of my life.

Despite the telephone number of boys I had seduced over the twelvemonth and the numeral that had seduced me what I was experiencing with this boy was something totally alienate and wonderful. Of course the fact that we were both naked created its own branch fission in our physical structure and the mutual desire now took the upper berth bridge player. Turning off the exhibitor we hurriedly dried off and lost no meter in repairing to the comfort of the enceinte bed where we spent the respite of the night exploring each other. Though he was shy and diffident at first as desire drove him onward he soon became open in the search of the ultimate delight derived from another's accepting and willing organic structure.

The feelings I experienced when I penetrated his butt for the firstly time were unprecedented for me as were the spirit he had when I first took his beautiful rooster in my oral fissure that day. We have been together for over a decade now and yet every sentence we make enjoy it is just like the inaugural time.

He finished his college and got a job here and though his parents have often said they want him to return he refuses. I completed my stint in the troupe and was able to wangle the ownership of the same flat as a part of my settlement. I think the greatest talent we have given each other is the spirit of contentment and fulfilment that permeates our lifetime. I can look at the most beautiful boy I see today without feeling even the slightest bit of intimate desire. And Manuelle tells me he has never been attracted to anyone except me in his full life.

Finis.

The outcome recounted in this story occured in the former 1980 's. It may interest readers to do it that Manuelle and I are still together as I write this account. { 10/2015 } Feel free to message me if you liked my account of how I found True sexual love .