Portugal was on the Atlantic coast and all of the JBG planes, with the exception of the C130 and the C5, could make the flight without refueling.I cer...tainly had no interest in having a headquarters in Italy or France.The US Navy had a base in Italy and it was unsafe for the sailors to go alone practically anywhere after dark; they needed to be in groups. It was nearly as bad for tourists. You stayed with tour groups at assigned hotels and points of interest. Anything else could get you robbed. A fact that was nowhere near helping my current situation. The urge coming from between my legs was making it hard to concentrate on the road. I made it, however, and was soon pulling into the student car park. It was a typical Californian morning, the warm sunshine being enjoyed by all. I put everything sexual in my mind to one side, ready for the day at school. I walked towards the front of the main building when I spotted a group of guys talking to someone I had never seen before. He was. When Mr. Anders and I got to the lake we set up our tent and went to the lake side to start fishing. It was hot and the fish were not biting. Mr. Anders suggested we go swimming. I told him I did not bring my swim trunks on this trip. He replied that neither did he. But since there was no one around we could skinny dip. Mr. Anders began taking off his clothes. His shirt came off first. He had a tanned hairy chest. Next his pants came off. He was wearing boxers. He slid his boxers. Dave wanted to come over in winter, but he would need to ask Louise if that was okay with her. Now might be the moment, he realized. They were having a very nice time here in Nice and she was clearly in a good mood. Besides, what could she have against the idea? His mate could sleep on the couch in his apartment. They wouldn’t have to bother Louise at all. So what he did was, he reminded her of the funniest anecdote about Dave that he had told her in the morning and then he asked her if she.