It was Brian Hardy of Bridgewater, NJ (me). Of course, I just start screaming at the top of my lungs. I was making no sense, I was like hysterical. I ...was crying, that’s how damn happy I was. I bragged about it to all of my friends, co-workers and family members. And I got to pick another person to go with me, and that would have to be my girlfriend, Amanda. Then, the day came… I packed my bags, we went to the airport, went on a VERY long 6 hour plane trip, got into an amazing limo, and went to. She never had them at school, I thought to myself, I would have remembered. Upon reflection, I think that’s where I got my love of big tits and huge arses, from.Wendy was a real scream of a girl. She loved having a joke and was generally up for anything. She wasn’t the tallest of girls. I liked that about her It was less intimidating. Oddly, I had never really looked upon her before, as girlfriend potential, maybe it was because of the age difference? But actually, she was really attractive, I. This was great.There was just one problem.For some reason I couldn't comprehend, I was feeling a bit aroused. He was at least as old as my grandfather.I shifted nervously in my chair. He grinned at me again, but didn't say a word.My feet had turned to putty by now, totally limp. The ache was gone, as if it had never been. He continued kneading, caressing, but somehow never actually tickling, which surprised me. After a while, he wiped the oil off my feet and dried them thoroughly. I stared to. Binky, as everybody called her, had the group over to the house every now and then for language lessons and Vietnamese food, so they'd be exposed to it, but drew the line at going back to Vietnam herself.Even though Nguyen Binh Ky had only been seventeen when she stepped aboard that leaking fishing boat in 1978, she was thoroughly prepared to leave Vietnam behind her forever. In only a brief time, she had become thoroughly Americanized; she spoke English with only a trace of an accent -- not.