Vi var tre Leonard Cohen-fantaster som åkte till Berlin häromveckan. Sambon, hans mamma och jag. (Tyvärr såg vi inte Cohen där, jag tänker bara på låttiteln).
Vi var där i samma konstellation våren 2009 och gjorde då alla turistmåsten så den här gången fokuserade vi på att flanera, titta på favoriter och äta god mat. Vi hängde också lite på hotellet, som var riktigt bra. Mycket tunnelbana blev det, vi åkte verkligen kors och tvärs över staden, och ut i förorterna, varje dag. Tittade på Öst och Väst, Spandau, en sagofontän, åt street food (underbart!) och drack öl (jag drack vin). En mycket bra resa!
Om någon är nyfiken, så finns bilderna här.
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The Great Dane looked more like a horse than a dog.
Garrett resumes the fondling of his cock while he takes long drawn-out whiffs from his sweat, piss and cum stained jockstrap. gej porno “Lookin’ good, son. Lookin’ good.” His dad says over the stream of the warm cleansing water as it caresses his mature man body.
“What…huh…what, dad?” He asks, puzzled by the question from his dad. As his cock is mere inches from his dad’s face. https://arturzasada.pl/ – filmy porno His father strokes his own cock in the shower, the dew from his cock mixes with the drops condensing on the glass.
His father strokes his own cock in the shower, the dew from his cock mixes with the drops condensing on the glass. “Lookin’ good, son. Lookin’ good.” His dad says over the stream of the warm cleansing water as it caresses his mature man body.
“What are ya now, by the way?” His father loosens his grip on the full balls of his son as he stands. He can see the spurts of hair that dot the chest of his son. And he can see the heaving and gentle rise and fall of his son’s chest, as he breathes, as his excitement builds.
“You are grown. Yes. Physically. Yes, my son. But a full man. No! No!” His father, says, sharply. “You have much more to grow, to mature, before you are a man, before you can call yourself. A man.” His father strokes his own cock in the shower, the dew from his cock mixes with the drops condensing on the glass.
He reaches and lets his hand glide over his swelled cock. Tickling the head of his bulbous cock with his rough fingertips which sends electric sparks through him and down to his toes. “This is what a man looks like, son.” His father says as his pants fall to the floor. From his waist out pops his representation of a 40-year-old-man. And father of two teenage boys. His cock.
Garrett can see what his father is doing, unconsciously his hands moves to his cock. He strokes the length of his tool with his left hand while he teases the blistering red crown with the fingertips of his right hand. The lightning of his cool fingertips sends sparks through every nerve in his body. “I think all of us were sprouting wood, today, dad.” He says. “Coach even noticed how hard we all were.”
“You know what you have to do. Doncha. Son.” His dad says. His father loosens his grip on the full balls of his son as he stands. He can see the spurts of hair that dot the chest of his son. And he can see the heaving and gentle rise and fall of his son’s chest, as he breathes, as his excitement builds.
The sound of the shower echoes throughout the empty house. The bathroom door is open. He knows he has privacy. He is alone. No older brother. No father. Or mother. It is just him.
“Stoke your cock while you sniff that jock.”
“See this; see this. “His father says. “This is where power comes from.”
All the blood rushes from his brain to his throbbing erection plus the heat of the shower, making the young lad, light-headed.