There has to be an "accidental" ladyboy or two!

Raised on a diet of broken biscuits

Quite simply, this is marvellous. Just marvellous.

I hope Huey features in future chapters!

Episode 5 : Miriam
Another trip to The Dam a few months later, still. To see friends, of course. I think the price was still around 50 Euros. We did the cruise along the alleyways, to eye-up a nice girl, and to get the blood flowing. Target selected.
Nice brunette middle-aged woman, with no falsies in sight.
Now a couple of jars of froth in a nearby establishment for ‘Dutch Courage’.
Beer completed, and off i sauntered to the shop window.
SHOCK, HORROR !
A guy was just walking out the door and waving goodbye. EUURGHH
Would that be enough to put me off ? I caught the ladies eye as she was brushing her hair in her mirror.
She was obviously attracted to me (yeah, right !) , so she beckoned me to the doorway in her immaculate lingerie.
As the door opened, the warm air and perfume engulfed me, and left me at her mercy. Stirring someone else’s porridge doesn’t come into it when EVERYONE has to wear a sheath.
I asked about ‘tlts oot’, and she laughed when I suggested it might be an ‘extra’. She told me her name was Miriam.
After suck, I recall asking her to go on top, and she said she’d had cartilage trouble with her knees, and “why do you expect me to do all the work ?”
Still, she was happy to oblige and really put the effort into making me feel very satisfied.
Lovely lady, and in another life, maybe marriage material.

As for Huey, rumours persisted that he had gone on a long trip to Australia , and somehow died on his travels.
Sad really, because he was one of life's extroverts, and hasn't been seen for over 20 years.

"The facts have changed", Rishi Sunak

Definitely.

Forrest, you should write a novel.

"One Nation Under God, has turned into One Nation Under the Influence of One Drug"
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Based on the number of strokes perhaps a novella?

"Everything is air-droppable at least once."

"When the going gets tough, the tough call for close air support."

Chapter 6: Celebrating Queen Beatrix's Birthday

I started off with the utmost optimism on this trip to The Dam. It must be the mid/late 1990’s. The sun was shining and everyone was in a carnival mood for Queen Beatrix’s birthday. What better way could there be to celebrate than with my own fireworks.?
Unfortunately, all of the working girls seemed to have taken the day off. It was after all, a Public Holiday.
We were left trudging round the alleyways for over an hour, then it started to rain and got cold.
As i was about to give up, we came across a street with a few girls in. One of them was blonde and slim, and about 25years old, with no padded bra.
When it came to the price, she was reluctant to take her top off, as she ‘never normally did this’. But i looked kind of desperate, and business was probably slow, so she welcomed me into the warmth.
She pulled the curtains shut and we undressed. “Can I put these wet things on your radiator luv ?” was my next question.
She insisted we shower in the wet room she had, to clean ourselves. “Oh, your hands are very cold”, she exclaimed as I rubbed soap everywhere i could. It was very erotic.
My main concern is that these encounters in Amsterdam are under timed control. Walking around in the freezing cold and rain had turned my knob into a frozen acorn. But the hot water of the shower was improving the circulation in my hands and my member was gradually awaking from its enforced hibernation.
Very , very sexy time, and she pulled me by my erect member to her bedroom, where suck was performed.

We had been in the penetration stage for a few minutes (doggy-style), when she looked at her watch, and said “shlt, my boyfriend is coming to pick me up soon. Hurry up” (in hindsite, I think I was too long in the shower, de-frosting my cock)

Although i would have liked more time, i was anxious to avoid an encounter with her ‘boyfriend’. My load was blown within seconds and I was scurrying out of her ‘house’ in my damp clothes.

"The facts have changed", Rishi Sunak