The U-Bahn station was where my luck appeared. I finally stumbled across Marienplatz with its big Glockenspiel and went underground to the subways the...e. If the German’s directions were confusing the subway plan was discombobulating. Twenty lines crisscrossed, converged, twisted and took on the characteristic of a plate of spaghetti noodles. A dozen Italians surrounded me as I was looking at the map, pointing franticly at the different routes. Do they know how to get there I inquired, there. Things started as a conventional massage, so much so I thought maybe Julie and I misunderstood. But after about 20 minutes of great, but nonsexual massage, I felt something pressing against my right hand. When Greg had stripped, I did not know. What I felt was a very warm cock pressed and drawn across my right palm. I encircled it with my fingers, this was a big cock, and in my hand, it was only getting bigger and harder.The massage continued, Greg slid up onto the table between my legs,. I didn’t date anybody regularly. Maybe once in a while, I would go on a “blind” date. If the guy was cute, we had sex. If no, home and Netflix.Usually mass’ was boring. Sometimes I asked myself 'why am I here'? Then I saw him. I think God wanted to see my reaction because I had only one idea in my mind “Are you fucking kidding me?” He was tall, had a great built and very hot… the priest. I looked into his eyes, and I felt how unfair life was. Why are the most attractive guys either priests or. " Mark had stopped to give mea chance to adjust. I could feel his cock-head wedged inside me. Then Ifelt Lisa's tongue bathing my ass and his cock with saliva to ease hisentrance.Mark pulled out slightly then slipped the head back in. He did thisseveral times. Each insertion was smoother as my ass opened toaccomodate him and Lisa's saliva decreased the friction. Withoutwarning, he slid the entire length up my ass in one smooth stroke.I groaned as he filled me. There was pain but... then it was.