As I browsed the crowded stalls in Florence’s San Lorenzo market, the signorina alert system spotted what any fair judge would describe as a first c...ass backside. Its taut, round, apple curved perfection was not ten yards in front of me. The owner was wearing a gold chain belt that matched her gold sandals, and clinging jeans that highlighted a show-stopping package of long legs and delicious ass. Her head was crowned by a stunning aurora of brilliant red hair that cascaded in lustrous waving. I’m now happy things turned out the way they did. Among my brother’s friends, I had the reputation of a whore. Now the news has spread I was able to turn down the biggest dick in town. In the morning, the women came to see my patch. They were my brother’s age, about forty. Some of their teenage daughters have turned eighteen and were due to start college, so they were allowed to join the adult discussion.Their mums brought them along with some purpose. One of them turned to her daughter, and. Our masseuse Michael asked us to unfold another massage bench and I quickly went to help John and another guy set it up to get a closer look. He noticed my still dripping cock, smiled and gave me a 'hmmmm' when I peeled back my foreskin and wiped it dry again. Unfortunately we were split up into groups of three and I went with two other guys to the end table. Manfred, a couple years older than me, had massive balls and a medium length very thick cock and Dean, probably in his late 60's, had a. One stray tear tickles my cheek, and for some reason it embarrasses me. Where will I cry, if not at a funeral? I look down at Jasmine, and she has a matching tear on her own cheek. ‘When my dad died, it hurt. He didn’t deserve the way his life had been torn apart in the last years before his death, and it still makes me sad to think of where he was when he passed. It makes me sad to think that I was a small part of that. But I learned to cope with my feelings, and in some ways as time passed I.