Mummy!" Ryan squealed out, shamelessly boyish in it's surrender; knowing it sounded so right. Not caring if Scott so obviously heard Ryan's bellow of joyful relief. Because at this period of time Ryan was content with role-playing the 'mother-son' relationship between Penny and himself. At this point in the relationship; Ryan had convinced himself that he was the 'real son' and Scott was a pre-existing intruder who overstayed his welcome. It was sublime. That was the only reason Scott, Ryan and Penny longed for the experience. Realism caught up with them all and the trio realised that turning a fantasy into a reality can be a dangerous mistake that can tear the very social fabric of family values and unconditional love. But the damage was done. Like a scar, it wouldn't completely fade. While these three individuals masturbated at the same time in three different locations, they realised their was no escape. 27-year-old Ryan Davies dis-latched his hand from his hairy cock when he heard his phone ring. He swiped away at the answer button and put his ear to the receiver. "I miss you Ryan," Penny said on the other end of the phone, "I want you back." Ryan hesitated, thinking about his wife who was late for her period. "...I miss you too. I miss doing naughty things with you behind Scott's back." "Well the loser is still living here," He heard her whisper is a sinister excited sneer, "Probably wanking over this idea right now." 27-year-old Ryan giggled, feeling like the proud but ratty young delinquent he was all those years ago; corrupting a family by accident. "Well?" Penny said over the phone, "Want to meet up again?" "Ill be right over," Ryan said and japanese hung up the phone. To be continued....... This is not necessarily a story per se, but don’t let that fool you: there will be plenty of touching skin and outbursts of pleasure. This writing, however, is more of a factual breakdown, a first look on what’s happening in one of the best-known tourist attractions in Europe, a place where sin and lust live together in tiny rooms, a place as despicable as it is intriguing, where the rich and the poor, the famous and infamous are all alike. It is the front page of mankind’s Hardcore obsession with procreation, the quintessence of the asian original sin: Amsterdam’s Red Light District. In the old center of Amsterdam, situated around two of the world’s most famous canals and literally nothing more than a stone’s throw away from the biggest square in the entire city, lies a collection of narrow streets, paved with cobblestones and crooked tiles. The buildings are old, but their inhabitants aren’t: they are the beating heart of a dark part of tourism, one that is often tucked away behind walls and doors, but is brought to the surface in this small, yet bizarre area. Walls are traded for windows, through which every passer-by gets a sneak peek into this strange world. One thing has to be made perfectly clear, although it may be a bit of a buzzkill. While the face of this world is one of beauty and pleasure, underneath it lies, and has lied for centuries, a deep connection with the underworld, criminal organizations, human trafficking and force, dating back to even the colonial era that made the Dutch into what are today, but at a huge moral cost. On the other hand: despite what happens in backrooms and other off-radar places, the vast majority of what tourists get to see japan and do mature is fully legal, well-regulated, and very, very lucrative. But enough about that. For most, the Red Light District is a place of fun. Where in the world can a person walk around a city center, allowed to peek into people’s bedrooms, where beautiful creatures are not only showing themselves off, but also whispering: for the right price, anything is possible. This was not so much a realization I had when I first walked these streets, when I was a young boy, on my way to yet another museum our teacher had lined up for us. Back then, it was merely the sight of a woman in a bikini that did something to this boy in the same way it would at the beach, or the pool. Only when I was a student, and I moved from a rural town to the big city, my fascination for this enclave of pleasure started to grow. At first, I only visited. I walked by, barely made eye contact with the girls behind the glass who were trying to sell themselves. I watched in disgust how his immaculately clean fingers started dancing on the keyboard as he investigated the problem. Rithi shook her head. I couldn’t see her face amidst her hair, but I bet she was trying to hold back tears. I would throw the revolting filth away in disgust, were I not obliged to pay attention to the writing, which is the common galactic script. Before the pregnant cunt felt her tits like a pair of distant japan appendages and did not care what was really happening on the other side of the crushing vices. "You shouldn't have too much trouble with her asshole, it might hurt her a bit, but you should be able to stretch her enough to take it all. He worked his jaw. Holding her down with my left hand I freed my mature raging hard on with my asian right. After checking the view finder to ensure the camera was aimed properly, Greg turned on Hardcore the video. I positioned my camera. I awoke about 3:30 in the morning to them returning. During our early teens I’d been horribly envious of her woman’s form, and I often admired it. I think she was talking about how I couldn’t perform in front of Alan with her. I thought it might be awkward seeing her after three months of no contact. I shouted that I was cumming and released my japanese load deep into Carl’s ass as I felt his internal muscles grab my cock as he shot his load under him and causing my internal muscles to grasp Ben’s cock forcing him to shoot his load into me. “Stronger than you, Gloria?” I said, sitting down across from her, “What is she?” It was an unusual feeling having something moving in my butt like that but it wasn't unpleasant. I almost screamed with the pain.