And I had always longed to visit Russia and the Scandinavian countries. I had just retired, after ending a 30 year marriage and it seemed like a good ...time to get away for awhile. My travel agent strives to save money and I had landed in a Swedish town I could not pronounce. I had eaten a lavish meal of meat I could not identify, potatoes, carrots and a green that tasted like spinach. The Vodka was potent, and had me on the way to stuporville. I asked the waiter were a stranger could spend the. The smell of cooking pork drew him toward the taproom at a rapid walk. His stomach was growling like a caged beast. About half of the other women were in the room eating, which wasn’t a surprise. Their clothing was, however.The sight of five prostitutes wearing simple summer dresses was almost surreal. A few of the women waved upon seeing him, and then returned to their meal of fried pork, eggs, and bread.“Ready to eat?” the bleary-eyed barman asked.“Yep.” Mindblind slapped a coin on the. ” She walked around in front of him and knelt to give him a fulsome view down her braless dress. “Let me make it up to you.” Now she stood up, letting her skirt ride, and making sure he could see there were no knickers under the dress.“Go into the bedroom and wait for me, we’re going to have to deal with this. You know what to expect.”Katie did know and she was thrilled. She put the milk away and made her way to the bedroom as quickly as dignity would allow. In the bedroom she changed into. Annabelle rolled onto her belly and lifted her ass into the air. I moved in behind her and took ahold of her hips, lining myself up between drooling labia. Pushing myself inside her steamy snatch, I felt the need to take my time with this one.She'd already cum twice from her pee fetish, and I knew that this was likely a one-time chance. After all, how often does a middle-aged guy get to have his way with such a beautiful younger woman? I gripped her hips at the start but slowly moved my.