Well, at least West Germany was. By all accounts East Germany was going to need plenty of Deutschmarks to drag itself into the 20th Century.I arrived ...n the street where the old bar had been situated. For the life of me I couldn't recall it's name, nor the name of the knocking shop next door to it.There was a gleaming, neon signed, shiny new, bar/restaurant/club sitting in the place where that old bar and brothel used to be, and the name of the establishment had me gasping with. This one has a black waist band and black web netting. The young man seems more comfortable with his nearly completely exposed organ and no longer turns himself away. Both women note this change and glow with pleasure. Patti helps him put his feet through the straps, pulls up the jock and stuffs his cock in. His smooth oiled penis is pressed to the side and his nearly hairless scrotum is clearly visible through the mesh. Patti queries Mrs. Patterson, “It fits nicely don’t you think? However,. There was also Tony who was thirteen and on the chubby side. Okay he wasn’t chubby but he was very heavily built and had brown hair which was odd because his mother had blonde hair and his father had ginger hair. His eyes were a blue colour like David’s although they were slightly darkness and looked a little more sinister. Then there was Michael and he was the smallest of the bunch only eleven and he and ginger hair as well and bright blue eyes which seemed like an odd combination. All three. " I cried, finding it hard to take my eyes from the reflectionof the teenage girl that was staring back at me. I rose slowly,smoothing the front of the skirt as I did and turned equally slowly,looking at myself from every conceivable angle.The girls were nudging one another as they looked at me, my eyes nearlyout on stalks."You like?" I-I don't know w-what to say." I stammered. My mind was in warp-driveas I felt the material of the skirt touching my legs like a whisper. Iliked alright. I could.