'You got some padding yourself,' said Bianca.

She grabbed my hand, how could I resist and lured me into the pool.

I took baby steps into the pool.

She was holding my hands.

Those long tapered fingernails painted a glossy pink led me into the Caribbean.

Max winked as I started breast stroking out to the location where the shark nest use to be, almost over three decades ago.

I could feel a hard-on.

'I fucking laced your drink with Kamagra jell,' yelled out Max, who could see me recapturing my youth with a sly one in Bianca.

We frolicked, laughed and swam like dolphins on an outing, riding currents, surfing waves, splashing, diving until Bianca led me back to shore.

'Would you like to work for us,' asked Max, who handed her his card.

'Big Tit Inc,' she said, she was full of vitality and full of Frank's cum.

Then she put Max's head into her generous cleavage and ordered him to give her a banana boat.

'Do it like you mean,' she said, as she dragged Max out to where I just been.

'And I laced your drink with Kamagra jell, you cunt,' I yelled out as Bianca tried to teach an old horn dog a few new tricks.

Honduras just got interesting, folks, I thought, as ordered another bottle of rum from a waitress, who I swear, went to the same 'souped up' clinic as Bianca.

If this what they called the Mormon Dream, then I was buying into it.

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