André Rieu was magnificent, and we watched the concert from the King's private box, with Carl XVI Gustaf and his wife, Sylvia. The King apparently lo...ved Hawk for some reason, and the two men chatted amicably all evening. Polly and Sylvia weren't quite as comfortable together, but it hardly mattered once André Rieu started to play.Dinner was typical Swedish fare that did nothing what-so-ever for my pallet. Out of respect, I tried everything, which pleased our hosts greatly.Before the concert,. ' 'I'm gonna suck your cock, Greg, and then you're gonna fuck me. You'll be my first...' I snorted a gentle ironic laugh, 'My last...' My rounded knees hit the plush carpet. His expensively-tailored trousers quickly followed. He was soft, the skin wrinkled, yet he quickly grew in the breathy warmth of my loving gaze. Once, twice, I tugged on him then glanced upwards as I licked then parted my lips. Eyes wide in urgent expectation, he thrust his hips forwards till his curved pink appendage. But I didn’t want to do that.He got faster and faster until he groaned one long groan and shot his load inside of my mouth. I tried to swallow his entire load, he had a lot for me to swallow, as he held my head to his groin.When he finished pumping his cum into my and I swallowed as much as I could, which was a lot if I do say so myself, he relaxed his grip on me and took a small step back. Allowing me room to stand up. When I did I wiped what cum of his I let escaped up and swallowed that,. Then what I heard him say to Thomas just that morning before I left for the break. “Oh, that slimy piece of shit! I would have kicked him in the balls for that!”“Well, that might be hard for me, since I would not be able to see them.” I giggled, and Jean backed me up, saying that they were probably so small even she would not be able to see them. By this time we were both laying on my bed, and she rested her hand on my belly and asked for more information on the kiss. So I described it in some.