German Broads

I met Fran while stationed in Hanau.

Her parents ran a guest house right outside the military base.

Fran ran a home based business of sorts in one of the rooms of the guest house.

All the guys in the barracks had her at one time or another.

Even I paid her twenty bucks for some head one drunken evening.

She had the nastiest, roughest, under lubricated bird I ever flew into.

I never liked that part of her, but the mouth was nice.

Eventually, the blow jobs bored me and I went on down there again.

"Wow, that was good. What did you do? Are you using KY?"

“No, that stuff is expensive. I just picked the scabs and let the puss run,” she explained with her German accent.