I arrived during the sexual revolution. Europe was wide open.While there I dated this gorgeous little Danish girl. Tiny with a lovely figure. Snow whi...e skin and pale blue eyes. Almost wolf like in quality. We did the turns of german and dutch sex clubs but she was saying they are too tame. Well, I took a leave of 2 weeks and decided to take her to Copenhagen.Upon arrival and checkin she said lets go to the bar as we have to talk. The drinks came then she started telling me about this one club. I almost missed the girl who walked out behind them. I recognized her hair from her profile: Long, black and smooth with bright pink ends. She looked around briefly before making eye contact and gently smiling as I gave her a wave, her steps were lively and she almost hopped down the steps as she approached. After her hair, the very next thing I noticed was her height. She was an easy six or seven inches shorter than I, an attribute not disguised by her white canvas converse high tops. Her. Even through a haze of lust, he could see that one of her hands had crept down between her and the desk to rub that swollen bud of her clitoris, her increasing ardour making her buck even more strongly onto Simon’s frisky cock.After a series of faster, harder thrusts from Simon, the widow climaxed with a wail of pleasure that would have shocked the servants had they been unused to Simon’s exploits, and the resulting convulsions and velvety wet squeezing around his cock almost pushed him past. Mike grabbed Sara’s arm and said.“No! You’re my little Fuck toy and we’re not over till I say we are.” Mike yelled. I’m a gentleman and I wasn’t about to let a man treat a woman that way so I walked toward them.“Hay Mike!” I yelled.“Hi Sean what do you want this is none of your concern.” Mike yelled. I’m only 5’ 9” and weigh about 160 pounds; Mike on the other hand stood at least 6’ 3” and had to weigh 200 pounds at the very least. “I want you to let go of the girl Mike,” I said. Now I was.