(IMAGE OF LOCATION VIA GOOGLE STREET VIEW, IMAGE DOES NOT INCLUDE MY COCK)

This image is taken from basically the exact same spot it went down, so this was my view -- except it was nighttime with a full (or near full moon). Was 180 as FUCK looking up at the cliffs and fortress illuminated by the moonlight while getting my cock sucked. Peak experience. We wanted to fuck, but neither of us had anywhere private to go. I dropped her off at her house at like 5am and then spent the next few hours wandering around until I met up with some friends and move on to different town.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5764629&forum_id=2/en-en/#49200845)

I was traveling Europe with some bros. We were supposed to spend 3-4 days in Luxemburg before taking a train to Brussels, but we all thought Luxemburg was boring as fuck.

So we decided to bike from Luxemburg to Brussels instead over the course of three days.

We made it to Dinant after about a day and a half, and some of the guys were wrecked enough that they wanted to take an afternoon off. The tired fags got a hotel where they planned to mostly rest.

Me and the other guy who was in good shape were ready to fucking rock and planned on trying to have a fun night boozing at local spots and then sleeping ontop of the cliffs.

There were like 2-3 bars in town and we bounced between them trying to meet locals, with no luck for a while. Eventually a group of three girls in their mid 20s came in.

They were fairly attractive (7s on a Euro scale, 8+s on a US scale) and at first we played it cool and pretended we didnt even notice them. Eventually as asked them if there was anything fun to do in town. The hottest one basically said, no. They were grad students at some Uni in Belgium, and two of them were visiting one who lived in Dinant.

It was going poorly until they asked where we were staying that night. But when we said we planed on hiking to the top of the cliffs and camping out up there, their vibe changed. They thought that was the coolest thing in the world.

We bought them some drinks, bounced back to some of the same bars we were at earlier and all ended up fairly drunk. Me and the hottest one quickly built up some very solid sexual chemistry and made out a little bit. At midnight or so, the vibe shifted with everyone besides me and her being ready to call it a night.

We walked the girls back to the hot one's house and said our goodbyes.

My friend pussied out like a bitch and said he was going to go and crash in the hotel room. I said I was still going to hike up to the top of the cliff and sleep there.

We parted ways and I started making my way up the hill towards the cliff. I quickly realized my plan was Ludacris and unrealistic, but I was not tired and didnt want to crawl to the hotel room like a fag and wake everyone up.

So I texted the waloon bitch (the one i was making out with) asking if she wanted to hang more. She said yes and I picked her up at her house. Everything was closed, so we just walked around the river talking for an hour or so, pausing every few minutes to make out -- each time becoming a little more adventurous with our hands.

When we stopped on the bridge to make out, my hands made it all the way down her pants and I fingered her while she rubbed my cock through my shorts.

She came fairly quickly. I was ready to continue our walk, but she unbuttoned my pants and started giving me a somewhat discrete handjob. After a few minutes, she asked me if I was going to be able to cum and I said not quickly. She bent down and started sucking. The urge to cum came quickly, but I remember looking up at the cliffs and the fortress in the moonlight and thinking that I better wait a minute so I could fully apprecite the moment.

Then I blasted in her mouth.

I walked her back to her house and gave her a (closed mouth) kiss good night.

At this point it was nearing the early morning and I just kept walking around, walking past my friend's hotel every one in a while until I saw an indication they were awake.

When they woke up, I was ready and pumped to finish the bike rise to brussels. But everyone else was a total faggot and wanted to change up the plans and take a train the rest of the way. By 9am or something we were on a train to brussels.

I remember dozing in-and-out on the train, repeatedly smelling the waloon bitche's pussy juices on my fingers the whole trip.

Overall, 180 experience.

Now, back to lawyering.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5764629&forum_id=2/en-en/#49201287)

I was in Paris and went out drinking alone because the guys I was with were being fags and didnt want to party that night because they were tired from partying too much. (I was quite the savege back then).

This was during the Iraq war and I was getting a lot of flack for being American, so I started pretending to be Australian. I met a group of euros at a bar and was partying with them. At some point that group merged with a group of American girls from Texas.

My Australian accent was shitty, but I was confident it would work on the euros. I thought that the Americans would be able to see how shitty it was and call me out. But they were drunk and didnt seem to notice.

One of the girls in the America/Texan group was clearly the "hot one". Blond, hot, exactly what you'd expect of the got blond girl in a group of girls from Texas.

At some point this group of quasi-nigger-looking "French" guys started hitting on the Texas girls really hard. One of them looked straight up NIGGER, and was fat as shit, gross as shit, and looked just poor and out of place.

One of the Texas girls was this slightly fat Jewess who was by far the least attractive out of the group. At one point the other girls were like "wtf, where's Rachel [or whatever her name was]; we havnt seen her in 20 minutes".

They start freaking out looking for her. Right when they were just about ready to call the cops or something, Rachel [or whataver her name was] walks out of the bathroom with the big fat gross nigger looking French guy. She had just given him a blowjob in the bathroom. I remember that he had the biggest fucking smile on his face.

Rachel was clearly hammered as FUCK, but I get the sense that she was the sexual aggressor in the encounter.

Either way, when she sat back down at our table I noticed that she had some jizz on her jeans and I told her friend, who told her, and she wiped it off.

Moral of the story is that if you ever kiss a Jewess, you are likley kissing some quasi-nigger-algerian's jizz. So you probably shouldnt.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5764629&forum_id=2/en-en/#49201551)