”“I never would have guessed, to look at them.”I knew what she meant. Both are in their sixties, short and pudgy, wrinkled and gray. “I rememb...er when I was fourteen, they took my sister and me to this cabin on a lake for a vacation. Anyway, one night I couldn’t sleep, you know, my occasional insomnia? And I heard them going at it real late. The walls were like tissue. They were being real vocal. Dad’s telling her how to blow him, Mom’s telling him how to eat him, they’re both telling each other. The St. Pauli district is the area that has been satisfying the needs of horny sailors for centuries. Since the end of world war II it had become a popular tourist attraction. They Beatles made it even more famous. Few visitors to Hamburg left without paying a visit to this naughty place.Marcy didn't have to be told that they had entered a place unlike any that existed in Atlanta or any other place she could have ever imagined. Not only were there small gambling casinos but sex shops, video. I took in the dark, warm environment our secret room was, then joined Heather again on the bed. I sat on the bed again, ready to learn.“Put your back to the wall.” Heather said.I backed up to the wall, and sat up. She crawled over, and climbed on my lap. She sat up, grabbed and beat my cock a little, then lowered herself onto me. I shuddered in delight as her hot pussy bounced on my cock, then came back to Earth and started to talk about the quiz again.“By the way, do we switch partners at all. My teeth are chattering, and all of my concentration is on keeping my eyes open and not falling over. Finally the light goes green, and I’m falling over before the rumble completely fades away. In seconds, Ronnie has me wrapped in her arms, and she’s hot as an oven. I inhale her scent, a mixture of perfume and clean sweat, and I press my numb face into her chest, her warm, clothed breasts pillowing my frozen cheeks. We staylike that until I start to feel human again, and then I extricate.