I haven't really had time to explore Brussels. I'm from a small town and there are times when I feel very provincial here.''Why are you here anyway? H...w does a girl from a small town make it to be deputy head of a national delegation?' She shrugged.'Knowing English, working much too hard, kissing the right asses... ''Not having to kiss anything else?' She blushed and shook her head but said nothing, so I poured us both some wine and raised my glass.'Here's to you, Elena. I'm going to enjoy. The pair seemed to suddenly come to some kind of decision. Jessica pushed the cart towards a door with "Dressing Rooms" prominently displayed over it. Since Nan was matching her step for step I followed along.The dressing rooms were much nicer than I was used to seeing. Instead of partitions and half-doors they were private cubicles with mirrored walls and chairs. The door closed behind us. There was a "snick" that I took to be a lock. I hoped so anyway because as Jessica began to sort through. Everywhere we stopped, there were no vacancies, until finally we found a hotel that had one room, but it just had one bed, a king size bed. We decided that would work as Jen and Caroline were both rather petite, about 5’4, 120 pounds and Dwayne was 5’8” and 140 pounds and I was even 6’ and 170 pounds. We all had a great dinner, talked some, then went to the room and showered and retired to bed. The sleeping arrangements were pretty simple, Dwayne, Jen, Caroline, and me. Soon we were fast. Diane really enjoyed the taste as she licked her tongue all over my penis. “Sweet and juicy cock!” she whispered. Diane kept sucking my firm penis until it was very moist. Diane tipped the end of my penis with her pink fingernail and as she let go of it, it kept swaying about up and down. “Fuck me, Terry!” I sat up and pulled up Diane’s skirt, she stretched out her legs apart and I struck my moist penis into her vagina. It was a difficult fit but I managed to fit every part of my penis into.