Back at my seat, I would constantly have to stop when a dancer or another customer come or looked my way. I didn’t want it to be obvious what I was...doing. I had to look casual. This caused more unintentional self-teasing. I continued the squeezing as soon as I could. Eventually, I could feel myself reaching the point of no return. I continued to furiously squeeze my penis through my pocket causing the muscles in my hands to nearly cramp up. I’m sure somebody might have figured out what. There's a human girl of about twenty years or so with pale skin, a carrot-red bob hairdo, large green eyes, and enough freckles to look like a Jackson Pollock painting. She's wearing a dark green floor-length velvet gown that hides a figure so thin she's only a little beyond skeletal. A is not her blood type, it's her bra size.That was NOT nice. For that, you don't get to see me naked.Oh yeah?You realize you have no power over her, but what about the gown? The shoulder straps vanish and the. She had really planned for this night coz she was shaven there completely shaven there I take off her shalwar and there was cunt of a women in front of me oh.. ahhhh…ahhhhhwhooooooooowaooooooooo what a scene I started to kiss her there and on her thighs and between her thighs and at the same time inhaling the scent of her cunt what a smell, I really became crazy with the smell then she parted her thighs and with one hand open her cunt lips, they were real red inside oh… and with other hand she. .. Yipeeeeee it's Friday time to grab the case and head for the airport for the last time this year. Finally, the Christmas holidays had arrived and Bob would soon be back in England relaxing with his family. It had been another hard year for him, travelling back and forth to Belgium every week to work in that strange country, constantly living out of a suitcase he was tiring of this gypsy lifestyle but next year he would sort it all out and things would be better. Christmas Day quickly arrived.