Itwas in one of the Oyasumi, (the bathhouses) nowwesternized and common as massage parlors inAmerica. But this was a special place-of abygone era now ...o be found only in fiction-where a gentleman, or at least a man of somemeans could purchase unique and pleasurableexperiences without reservation or inhibition. In a room walled only by beautifully printedsheets of rice paper and lit softly from behindby paper lamps and from within by many candles,Paul reclined in a sunken bath. Hot perfumedwater. " She went down on me, not exactly what I had anticipated but I was desperate. Holding my penis clumsily with her hand she applied her mouth just as clumsily to my erection. I lost it after two minutes of this useless sucking. No amount of handling or sucking helped. What was I thinking? Here is a lady 10 years older than myself, not beautiful, not particularly sexy, with ugly hair and a plain face and a smelly vagina, while just 300 km away awaited me Hungary's most beautiful chick, one who. That was not what happened. As we entered the house Amy made a grab for me. We kissed hungrily and Amy dropped to her knees. She pulled my still semi hard cock out of my trousers and started to suck my cock with more gusto than she had ever done before. Her head bobbed up and down on my shaft and she sucked really noisily and sluttily on my dick. I could cum there and then, but didn't want to waste it. I literally dragged her to the sofa, threw her on her back and almost tore her skirt and. Meanwhile Sheila was stroking my stiffy and fondling my balls.June started to buck and gyrate her pelvis as I flicked her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, and then started to suck on her huge labia, gently pulling them with my lips. I worked alternately on her labia and clit, driving June into a frenzy of tugging and pulling at my hair. Panting at me “take me, take me, fuck me hard”. I moved up the bed so that my cock was now free and probing between Junes thighs, seeking out her copper.