'Oh boy, didn't those two Amazonia Queens go off?'
It was more a statement than a question to Max.
We were long gone from Pyramid Land.
Saigon was lulling us with another beat.
Hectic, frantic, oriental, hell, even a hot inferno.
'That Laura Croft garb never did Angelina Jolly,' said Max.
We were at a boutique bakery drinking Vietnamese percolated coffee enjoying the Asian Catwalk comings and going, most of them for hire at a short time hotel, I might add.
'I'm available too, 'said the sexy waitress, who served us another coffee.
'We'll negotiate that after I finish the story,' I told her.
Apparently, waitress salaries weren't enough to maintain a babe of her caliber who needed wining, dining and a good fucking to boot.
'They had a blow-up slide, that spanned 20 meters, the length of the steps of the pyramid which was made slippery with baby oil and water from a hose.'
I knew what Max was thinking, oiled up Milfs blowing off old fogies, instead he said:
'A water slide, basically, wasn't it Frank?'
Their target was mostly the Grey Nomads of the United States, couples who wanted something a bit more than a walk through a shopping mall.
'They were offering titty rides,' said Max,' for $1000 a ride, and boy didn't those old men pull out their phones faster than you could say Jack Robinson, and deposited their ticket price in real time.'
I can only see an image.
It's a grotesque one.
The solstice came and went and these old fogies, middle age spread having got the worst of most of them, were in a 69 position, licking for their dear lives as the Amazonian twins blew them off down the length of the slide.'
'They made a killing that day,' said Max.
And a few of the old farts never made it down alive from the slide.
'Yes, I was watching the girls distributing Kamagra jell an hour before their allotted rides.'
'They did the Mayan's proud,' said Max.
That was the day the Colombians were banned from visiting Mexico.
'Agreed,' I said to Max, but I noticed that Donald Trump neither endorsed nor criticized it. It was the first press conference when he only used his hands for communication.
'Another coffee,' asked the waitress, a tiny thing with massive knockers.
'No,' I said, 'but how about a Tiger beer in my room?'
'I'm knocking off in five minutes,' said Trang, who had full lips and silky black hair that said pull hard from behind while doing doggy.
'See you in an hour,' said Max, who gave me his blessings, 'I'll organize our trip to Vang Tau and hotel arrangements. Don't be late,' he added, 'we catch the hydrofoil in exactly two hours.'
It was more a statement than a question to Max.
We were long gone from Pyramid Land.
Saigon was lulling us with another beat.
Hectic, frantic, oriental, hell, even a hot inferno.
'That Laura Croft garb never did Angelina Jolly,' said Max.
We were at a boutique bakery drinking Vietnamese percolated coffee enjoying the Asian Catwalk comings and going, most of them for hire at a short time hotel, I might add.
'I'm available too, 'said the sexy waitress, who served us another coffee.
'We'll negotiate that after I finish the story,' I told her.
Apparently, waitress salaries weren't enough to maintain a babe of her caliber who needed wining, dining and a good fucking to boot.
'They had a blow-up slide, that spanned 20 meters, the length of the steps of the pyramid which was made slippery with baby oil and water from a hose.'
I knew what Max was thinking, oiled up Milfs blowing off old fogies, instead he said:
'A water slide, basically, wasn't it Frank?'
Their target was mostly the Grey Nomads of the United States, couples who wanted something a bit more than a walk through a shopping mall.
'They were offering titty rides,' said Max,' for $1000 a ride, and boy didn't those old men pull out their phones faster than you could say Jack Robinson, and deposited their ticket price in real time.'
I can only see an image.
It's a grotesque one.
The solstice came and went and these old fogies, middle age spread having got the worst of most of them, were in a 69 position, licking for their dear lives as the Amazonian twins blew them off down the length of the slide.'
'They made a killing that day,' said Max.
And a few of the old farts never made it down alive from the slide.
'Yes, I was watching the girls distributing Kamagra jell an hour before their allotted rides.'
'They did the Mayan's proud,' said Max.
That was the day the Colombians were banned from visiting Mexico.
'Agreed,' I said to Max, but I noticed that Donald Trump neither endorsed nor criticized it. It was the first press conference when he only used his hands for communication.
'Another coffee,' asked the waitress, a tiny thing with massive knockers.
'No,' I said, 'but how about a Tiger beer in my room?'
'I'm knocking off in five minutes,' said Trang, who had full lips and silky black hair that said pull hard from behind while doing doggy.
'See you in an hour,' said Max, who gave me his blessings, 'I'll organize our trip to Vang Tau and hotel arrangements. Don't be late,' he added, 'we catch the hydrofoil in exactly two hours.'
