To be truthful this report is a year old, but I wrote most of it up and finally got a chance to finish it. Yes, I'm a busy boy. The lessons are still worthwhile.

I had to get to Brazil. It had been way too long. I called Hollywood and asked if he'd like to go too. I'm going with or without you guy. Hollywood said they were working on a film but he thought he could get away for a long weekend at least. Good enough, I booked an apartment with Don and Ken and waited for that magical day. While I waited I watched the dollar drop every day against the Reais. Good grief, this was going to cost me as much as an Elliott Spitzer special.

As I was walking out the door for my flight I got a call from Hollywood, there was a change in scheduling and he couldn't go. Damn, well I'd done this before without him, I can do it again. It was nowhere near as much fun, but I vowed to still enjoy it.

Once in Rio I headed straight for Solarium. Visions of Gianna and Sol danced in my head. I knew the odds were long they'd both still be there, but I hoped against hope that at least one of them was there. They were nowhere to be found, most of the girls had turned over and didn't even remember them. How could they not remember the dynamic duo? How could they not remember Gianna’s sultry sexuality, or Sol’s innocent smile. Had they no heart?

I sat there and realized it was the first time I'd ever been to a Terma alone. It's not the same experience. Half the fun is commiserating with the other guys about the girls. Instead I had nothing to distract me from just staring at the girls, which of course enticed some of the less desirable ones my way. I was like a fawn alone in a meadow surrounded by lionesses.

A bad girl morena picked me up very quickly, but I still pined for the magic of Gianna and Sol I saw a cute little blonde fuck bunny named Nicole and grabbed her too and we headed off to the room. Maybe but maybe we could recreate the magic. They were both completa and very good, but it wasn't the same experience. Nicole thought she remembered me, but I didn’t remember her. Looking back she was really quite cute. I took my shower and sauna and reveled in the experience. I was back where I belonged.

Back in the bar I realized there was much less smoking. Apparently they’d made it non-smoking which meant the girls couldn’t smoke, but the guys could. Still, it helped a lot. I got sick after being in that place for so long with Hollywood one night, it was like smoking four packs of cigarettes. Just to be clear I really don't care if you smoke, I just don't want to be around it.

It’s back to smoking now. That probably didn’t last long.

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I should go back and fill in a few of the gaps from my last report after Hollywood left. Hansel and I had made our way down to Monte Carlo. I was captured by this Morena named Annie and Hansel by this sweet young 18 year old, she was legal by 6 months. Annie noticed me looking around and asked if I wanted two girls. Duplas are my weakness so I nodded yes, she then leaned over to Hansel’s girl and asked if we all wanted to go together.

Cool! I’d love to do Hansel’s girl. She was quite cute. Hansel said he’d think about it, but then backed off. Why the heck are all these guys so bashful? Good grief man, you’re 15 years younger than me and much better looking, are you afraid I’ll show you up in bed? I know you’re not as well hung as me, but that’s okay, size doesn’t matter, I just wanna do your girl. Or maybe he just didn’t want to see my old body nekid.

So glancing around I noticed a blonde named Lara. She looked a little bit like Ellen Barkin, you know, that sneer she has? Her English was actually fairly good. We talked about all of us getting married, but I warned them that I was a dog. I’d marry them both but I had to have one day a week at a Terma.

“Besides”, I said, “I know that garotas are very jealous. After only two sessions you will consider me yours alone”.

“No”, replied Lara, “Not two, or three, or four, but…five”, she hesitated and lightly bit her lower lip knowingly, “then you are mine”. There was definitely a story behind that statement.

Still, there was something about her tits I wasn’t sure of. I don’t like fake tits. If I wanted fake tits I can go down to the local store and by a silicone gel for a hell of a lot cheaper. She said they were real so I tried them out, if they weren’t they were really good fakes.

We went off to the suite to do the deed and both were fairly good and completa so I was happy. However Lara's tits were fake, but it was the best boob job I've seen. That first lie should have taught me something though. Finally it was time for happy ending. I arranged the girls head to head and prepared to douse their pretty little faces with their reward for a good session. Even though I’m a safado, I like to think of myself as a gentleman, so as I’m about to arrive I let them know. This way they can close their eyes, I know it can burn. Like I said, I’m a gentleman.

Instead, at the last second Lara jerks away and flees to the other side of the bed laughing. Annie, thinking something’s wrong also jerks away a little but not totally. I’m pissed at Lara, but she’s now too far away. You stupid bitch, now Annie’s going to have to take it all. So I’m knee walking toward Annie, trying to spray her. She’s half moving toward me and half still wary, still uncertain why Lara jerked away. Still, she knows she’s got a job to do.

Lara really got a kick out of her little escapade, but I was still pissed. Much, much later I would extract a tiny, pitiful, piece of vengeance.

Photo: Lara & Annie - Monte Carlo 01

So a couple of day’s later I’m back at Solarium and Gianna sees me and pulls me to a corner smiling. She tells me Sol is “outside”. What the heck does that mean? Does that mean she’s not here today? I prepared myself for disappointment. No, Gianna answered, she’s coming. Gianna sat next to me more expectant than I was, she kept glancing at the door looking for Sol. Did she not think I would take her without Sol? Of course I would, it just wouldn’t be the same.

Finally Sol came in, but a guy sitting right there grabbed her. Damn! It was obvious he was a long time patron of hers. She sat on his lap kissing him and then looked over his shoulder, saw Gianna and me and grinned giving me a little wave. Ahh, everything was going to be okay and I relaxed.

Sol took her time but split off from the guy, making an excuse to get a drink, then ever so slowly worked her way over to me. Finally, we were all together again. Laughing, kissing, fondling, it was wonderful. Then out of the blue Gianna pointed at me.

“You were at Monte Carlo on Saturday!”, Gianna accused, “Why didn’t you come to Solarium?”

My jaw dropped into my lap. Who? What? Where? When? Why? How? Bwana Dik’s guide flashed in my head. Bwana Dik was right! Garota Net is all powerful! I’m a victim of Garota Net! I’d only been here a week! It’s not like I’m a consistent monger with a girlfriend. I’m just a beginner for goodness sake and I’ve already been outed!

The girls laughed and laughed at my shocked expression. Luckily they weren’t jealous, just having fun with me. This gave me time to think luckily.

“I didn’t know you’d both be here”, a half truth, “I knew Gianna had off on Sunday, but I didn’t know Sol’s day off. I knew you’d both be here today.”

Gianna giggled and hugged me. Saved by the bell. Wow, I’m not usually that fast a thinker, Hollywood must be rubbing off on me.

“How did you know?”, I had to ask.

“Mi amiga is Annie”, Gianna replied. Oh good grief, so now they know all about me scrambling about the bed trying to hose down Annie? How embarrassing. I hope it didn’t give them any ideas. But then I wondered, I knew that Solarium and Monte Carlo were owned by the same owner, but do the girls hang out with each other on their day’s off? Do they discuss all the guys they've done? What the heck does that conversation sound like? I'd love to be a Portugese speaking fly on the wall.

We finally went off for our last session together. It was still wonderful looking down at Gianna sucking by balls while Sol lapped at my dick. Ah Brazil, it just doesn’t get any better than this. Or does it? As we continued on I realized that we did the same thing every session, cowgirl, missionary, reverse cowgirl, doggie, over the bench, switch girls and repeat. Why wasn’t I more imaginative? I’ve learned so much more over the years, you can actually learn a lot by watching porn. Why didn’t I have Sol’s head hanging off the bed while I plowed her mouth? Why didn’t I wheelbarrow Gianna? Instead we were already like an old married couple set in our routine. Okay, an old married Mormon couple. I guess I was satisfied. Very, very, satisfied.

Photo: Gianna & Sol - Solarium 02

So back to the current trip at Solarium. Rachel, Hollywood's girl stopped by and introduced herself, no pressure, just making sure I know she's there. I tell her that Hollywood is in love with her. Can you belive she didn't even remember him? All she wanted to do was seduce me. No, no, I can't, you're Hollywood's girl.

I'm ready to go again and very proud of the fact that at my age I'm only working on 1/6 of a Cialis. "You are a stud Frogman", I told myself. I spot a nice looking blonde, kind of older, maybe 27, with short blonde hair and an ass that won't quit. Hmm, reminds me of my science teacher, Mrs. Waters. Damn, I still remember a day when I was about 17 and working in the science lab section, a room off to the side with all the science lab kits. She came in and there was something so enticing about her, I had to follow her to the back and watch that swaying ass while my head reeled with teenage fantasies. Every ounce of my will power prevented me from slapping her ass right then and there and bending her over a lab table. But I was really naiive and thought it would get me suspended. What I didn't know until a couple of years later was that she was having an affair with another teacher, I could have easily gotten away from it.

But tonight I would finally have her (granted, there was another blonde I had a similar fantasy about at 4X4, but she stunk in the sack). She let me take a couple of pictures which are perfect and remind me so much of Mrs. Waters. She wouldn't let me take a picture of me fucking her though.

Blow job, reverse cowgirl, missionary, finally I got her bent over for completa. So good. Such a perfect ass. I'm pounding away thinking of Mrs. Waters. I reach around, and grab her tits. I kiss her ear and whisper to her.

"Oh Mrs. Waters, I've always wanted to fuck your ass. You're so hot!"

"Que?"

Did I say that out loud?

"Nada".

It was a great session, mostly in my mind. The problem with that picture is that every time I see it I'm ready to quit my job and flee to Brazil permanently.

great report!!! thnks for sharing ur info!!!nice pictures!