HKer name was Kazuko."Did you understand the performance?" she asked. "Not a bit," I answered. The conversation was in Japanese."Shall we go somewhere...and get a cup of coffee?" I asked her.Kazuko looked at me in disbelief. "What is it you want?" Sex," I told her. "Onata o hoshii," "I want you."We walked down the streets of Ginza. She held my arm. If possible I would have liked to have strutted down Ginza Street with her holding my arm like we were a couple. Me and a lady in her 60's or 70's in. Not that getting stuck on the patchwork blacktop road was strange, just being able to hear the sound was. I went to the front window and spotted a small red sport scar trying to work its way out of the base of my driveway. Probably trying to turn around I thought as I watched the efforts for a while. Eventually it sat motionless for a couple of minutes, and then the gears in my head engaged. I realized that if I didn’t get out there, the guy’s car would be stuck there for the rest of the day.. And why not? We either got away with it or we ALL got rumbled. Safety in numbers, perhaps.The two out-in-the-open cocks on the second to back row, were turned sideways, so that the masturbation group could be sure everybody got a good view. Roy the Javelin, opposite to me was kneeling up on his seat, his proud stiffy out and his jeans down below his bum. Although not afraid to be seen - as I realised quickly that my cock was of pretty good dimensions alongside theirs (Dave apart), I pumped mine. Julien took Gus’s cock out of his mouth and looked up at him as he stroked the entire length of it and massaged Gus’s bloated balls. Julien then put it back in his mouth and took it out again then he gently blew on it as his fingers continually massaged Gus’s balls. Julien tickled the cock head with his tongue and teased Gus’s pee slit. Julien had Gus close to cumming a few times. Julien seemed to know when Gus was getting close, and he would do things making him last longer, torturing Gus in.