Each room had a sign on it that said, TWENTY YEAR OLD FOR HIRE, AND THE NEXT ROOM SAID FORTY TWO YEAR OLD THIS ROOM AND MY ROOM I WORKED OUT OF WAS FO... THE ONES ANY AGE WHO LIKED OLDER IN LATE SIXTIES TO PLEASE THEM. WE ALL MET EACH OTHER AND WENT IN TO THE ROOMS TO SEE WHAT SHE HAD THERE BEFORE SITTING OUT IN THE LIVINGROOM SO THE WOMEN CAN SELECT THE GUYS THEY WANTED. the big women all ages started to arrive about eight pm and all of us men sat in our g string undies to be selected for being. However, we would aim to have a spring break somewhere in Europe each year, maybe Thursday to Monday.In April or May in the last few years we had been to Venice, Paris and Rome, this year we had opted for Amsterdam. We flew to Schiphol then caught a train to our hotel. It was on the outskirts but there was a tram stop right outside.On the first full day, we toured the city centre, the tulip-bulb market on the canal-side and a few of the cafes and bars. We didn’t sample any of the “special”. As her cock exploded, I clamped my lips tight around her shaft, caressing her balls with one hand as she unloaded her sweet cum into my mouth. When I say “sweet cum”, I am not being poetic, you know: it is sweet – still a bit salty, still a bit chlorine-y, but sweet, like a combination of salted caramel, crème brûlée, and the Camden municipal baths. Mindful of keeping Giovanni’s carpet unsoiled, I took it all in my mouth, gently sucking Daphne’s cock in long strokes from base to tip so as to. ” Uh yeah of course.” I said as she caught me of guard. “I didn’t have anything else planned”. “I have asked other people, but nobody would help. I guess they were all to busy.” “Any time my aunt Pam needs my help, I will be glad,” I said as I sat down. After I said this we exchanged lingering smiles, and then she appeared to become a little sad. “I guess I wouldn’t need your help If I were married. I would have a man to do it not my 17 year old nephew.” I looked at her and saw the sadness in.