Becky was a good looking sexy woman. She decided to do a strip for all of us. She was good at it. She gave Barry and I both, not only a hot show, but ...ap dances. Angie caught on quick and did the sexiest dance I didnt even know she could do. As time went wonderfully by Becky and I began to get the desires for each other. I would pick her up at her place and take her home after our visit to Barry and Angies. &hellip,On the way home one night we stopped to talk in front of her place. We figured. I chose this method to avoid checks for papers that Jennifer did not have. After we landed between two buildings we took a taxi to the ferry terminal and Jennifer saw a boat just leaving as I awoke her.She believed we came by boat and were safely through customs and immigration. A few hours later a train brought us into Paris and twenty minutes later we were knocking at Monique's door.Monique had just woken up. She had a hard night with her two friends and her legs, tongue and crotch were still. ‘So, I was thinking, maybe you might want to hang out later?’ He asks. Ohmygod! What do I say? ‘Okay.’ ‘Great. So, I’ll see you later?’ He smiles kindly. ‘Do you, maybe, wanna sit with us at lunch?’ I look down. ‘Sure,’ He goes back to writing on his worksheet. I look at my paper, and drift off into tingling, smiling, welcoming fantasy. Well, come on, I’m eighteen. I should be allowed these few fantasies. ~ ‘Come on!’ He leads me down the path. ‘Where are we going?’ I can’t help but giggle.. "Bernhard, der Pumper!" Der wer? Scheinbar hatte ich das Glück mit einem durchtrainierten Bodybuilder auf die Matte zu dürfen. Doch, was ich sah, als Bernhard aus dem Dunkeln auf mich zu trat, sah irgendwie doch ganz anders aus. Bernhard war ein recht schmächtiger Mann mittleren Alters. Kleine Bierplauze, durchschnittliches Gesicht. Ein Normalo halt. Erst als ich an ihm herunterblickte, entdeckte ich, warum man ihn Pumper nannte. Sein Gemächt war das massigste, was ich je in meinem Leben.