[1958 VW bus so well traveled]He was a surfer back in southern California and the bus was a surfer’s ideal of the right car for the right purpose. H...e made it look like that. It was really cute. Everything about him, attitude, personality, car reminded of the popular guy on campus.Munich arrived in front of us, a bit of a sprawling large city.Mr. Ron knew his way around. His intention was to take me directly to a place that would in time become my favorite. It was the ancient Hofbrau Haus bier. She had, as I remembered, been quite a pleasant and kind, if strict, woman, with a love for language and literature that school children weren't able to destroy. It would be such an unlikely coincidence, but what if she were the same Rosalind? After carefully drafting and redrafting a reply, I sent her the following:Dear Rosalind,Forgive my form of address, but I don't know your surname, and so I can't use the correct greeting. I am very sorry to have disappointed you, and I am sadly certain. We went to hire a river boat and they also gave us a navigator. We went up the stream for a while and came to a silent spot where there was a small cove surrounded by trees and reeds. The boy who slept the night said “it’s great place to fuck”. I told the navigator that he could just pretend fishing and watch out for strangers while we were “fucking” and gave him good amount of money for his service. I wasnt afraid that he would tell someone about this because we wouldnt be going there ever. When the waitress made another comment Dyra looked at her and said, “Ben here just go thru deep throating my husband’s 10 inch cock, and then he said he didn’t know if he could swallow his salad. That’s what’s so funny.”The waitress was probably late 50’s and sort of acted like she was pretty interested in an 11 inch hunk of black meat but that’s all that was said about that. We finished our lunch and started back to the RV. I noticed a car pull up and wondered who that was. Don said, “Oh, I.