Soon our ship was out of dry dock and had gone through trials to make sure all the nuts were nutted and bolts were bolted. We tanked up on diesel and ...eaded out to sea. "Where do we go next?" The consensus was "somewhere with a goddamned beach and English speaking people!" I languidly said "They kind of speak English and they're good people. Let's hit Australia." "Yeeeah!" It was May Day.We were headed for the land of the barbie and Bondi Beach. We didn't run into any storms but the fourteen to. Sad but true right? Abdi was an Ethopian arab speaking friend. It sparked off our uni friendship and its grown ever since. Its nice to have arabic friends here in London. He was a cool guy, very friendly. We landed in Amsterdam on a Saturday afternoon and having checked in to our hotel room an hour or so later we head directly to the local coffee shops to check out what all the fuss was about. We shared the same room, seperate beds tho. Abdi and I both enjoyed getting stoned so to be able to. ”Beth heard the tiredness and tension is Phil’s voice so she arose and followed him in the house. The air conditioning on her hot skin gave her goose bumps – and made her nipples crinkle. Phil had his back turned filling a vase with water so she grabbed a shirt and put it on.“What’s wrong?” Beth asked.“Oh, pretty much everything,” Phil said, sitting down and putting his head down on the cool table.“Business or personal?” Beth asked.“Both,” Phil said with a laugh. “Why settle for one clusterfuck. Apparently, she took that more as a challenge, than a warning. Fondling my balls, she took to coming all the way off my cock, with just the tip in her mouth, then slamming it all the way back into her throat, at a surprisingly rapid pace. After about thirty seconds of that, I had reached my limit, and began shooting my cum. As soon as the first volley entered her mouth, she sank her mouth down on my cock, and let my load slide directly down her esophagus, into her stomach. In fact, the feeling.