I've been visiting this brothel, disguised as a beauty parlor called North Sea, for quite some time. The reason why I paid so many visits to it is, it is close to dwelling and most romps, not necessarily teens, in there are hospitable and provide good service. Particularly, some of them are good at talking and flirting, which are pretty indispensable to a man in his fifties or even sixties for they have been through so much sex and it, sometimes, is not easy to arouse their drive when the service providers do not know how to warm up their clients -- have their less-responsive things ready for another round of sexual adventure in a ingenious way and in a limited duration of their erotic service. In this "parlor," some romp just does a very good job in telling flirt-related jokes, while another is adept at moaning which, for most men, is so inviting and even erectile.

This afternoon, though having wandering around the brothel on my bike for quite sometime not being able to make decision on whether stepping in or not at this time, I eventually still chose to get in and picked number 3, who was among my so-called "old acquaintances" in this brothel. In her dim-lighted room walled with rouge carpets and immersed in a light lavender odor, she, as she did before, held me tightly - though with clothes on, immediately after we shot up the room door, acting like a long-separated lovers, and whispered at my ear saying "How I miss you! I miss you so much especially when I felt "itch" with my pussy." Wow, few men can still stay calm and make no move at hearing that - though it might not be true. Without any hesitance, I stuck my hand into her pants from behind her back, and probed her little tight pussy which had evidently been wet and juicy. We then started to show our wild love to each other until we were all wet with sweat and her pussy were soaked with my abundant milk-white sperm.