Little did I know that the only place where an Icelander wore shoes were in public places. Outdoors, in stores and restaurants, and so on. Anna had pe...fect socks. Clean, white, neat. Of course she did. I felt like an ogre. One would think that Reykjavik would be filled with burly, unshaven Vikings and their burly, unshaven women. Instead, I turned out to be the least neat thing in the whole office of ReKe Tölva’s main office. I hadn’t slept for thirty-five hours, my clothes were as wrinkled as. We went to the left and into a noisy, sweaty, humid-with-people room. There was loud, loud Chicks on Speed music; I liked them, but at this volume, it was fucking disorienting. Thom showed us around, introduced us to Cher and Madonna, who were having a conversation about tranvestism. ("It's fun, but you can't spend your life pretending to be someone else;" "Darling, I can't spend my life pretending to be myself," "Ahahaha!") We were introduced to some big fat guys who all had facial hair,. She stepped forward and kissed me. I was a bit reluctant but I gave in eventually. It turned into a deep soft sensual kiss. We slid down the door until we were on the floor making out. I stopped kissing her and moved down to her soft boobs. Her nipples were hard and so inviting I just had to lick them. She started to moan “that feels so good” she said. I started sucking them and giving her an occasional bite which made her make soft mewling noises. I then moved further down and pulled her. His legs were powerful and a telltale bulge in his tight shorts showed a promising outline of the hidden cock she now fully intended to make use of.“Have you got any more lawns to cut today Joe?”“No, there was only yours today, got Mrs Greens tomorrow, she lives over by the park. Maybe you know her.”“Yes, I know Ela, in fact; I was on the phone with her when you were mowing my lawn. Had a very interesting conversation.”A slow smile spread over Joe’s face, “I am guessing my name was.