Picture two leather-clad guys, one scowling and torturing an organ, the other striding around like some Fifties housewife's nightmare of a rockabilly ...who had come for her daughters and sons, of course), both intent on making as much trouble for themselves as possible. Add an audience full of punks, people who were there to beat up punks, lost tourists, and a few true believers like me, and you have a recipe for... an interesting experience, that's for sure. Anyway, Alan heard that and said,. Kirsten brought two or three pairs of matching pants and I decided tobuy both the 'sensible' deep-sided pair and the high-cut, narrow thong thatbarely covered my pubic hair and was virtually non-existent at the back. StrangelyI was not embarrassed to undress in front of Kirsten. Maybe it was becauseI knew she would never touch me.Kirsten led me to the pay-point where I paid cash in Euros. Kirsten noticed. "Usingup your holiday money?" she enquired. "No, I live in France, with my boyfriend". "He carried me to his room. I had become so small and slim that hecould pick me up like that. Or was he just so strong? I practicallytore his clothes from his body. I had never touched a male bodybefore, except my own when I had one. I wanted to touch every part ofhim. His penis was erect in my hand and we kissed aggressively."Please do your best to ignore my thing," I said to him. I was deeplyshamed that I could not offer him a crotch clear of such ugliness, anda wet slit for him to. I'm not asking if you want to suck my cock. I'm telling you to suck my cock." Those are apparently the magic words, because I then opened my mouth, reached around with both hands to grab his ass cheeks so that I could pull him in closer and started sucking his fat cock. After the 2nd head bob, I knew that I was going to cum hard that evening. I had been sucking his dick for maybe a minute when my wife came back. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her standing dumbfounded in the doorway..