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Europe, they've been fucking there for centuries
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My senior year I took part in a foreign studies program in Rome. Frankly, the program was pretty undemanding, so most of my time was pent looking for pussy. Apparently Italian girls still thought all Americans were rich–so finding an Italian girlfriend wasn't hard. I was sitting in a small cafe by the university having lunch when a cute girl sat down at the table next to me. She asked if I was an American and could she practice her English on me. As far as I was concerned she could practice anything she wanted on me. She had coal black hair and beautiful violet eyes. Elizabeth Taylor eyes. While she was practicing her english, she leaned back and raised her arms to lift the hair off her neck It was a very warm September day. I could see she didn't shave her underarms. I always found that and the smell of a womans sweat to be very arousing. I invited her to take a ride with me on my motorcycle to cool off. I had a Triumph Bonnieville that I rode down from Coventry where I bought it (but thats another story). She agreed. We rode in a big loop around Rome. I could feel her tits pressing up against my back. What do you know, we found our back to my apartment. I invited her in for a glass of wine.
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Posted on : Aug 10, 2013
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