Bandung always brings back fond memories.
Have you ever fucked under a volcano?
I thought not.
I had gatecrashed a few churches here.
Indonesian has more Christians than the total of Asia.
Odd fact hay?
I had been rehearsing some Gospel music, they call it elevation music.
Word was spreading around the archipelago that a guy called Frank Russel was keeping their families safe.
I didn't bother explaining that I'd need protection against those horny Christians, but that's another story.
Bandung is the land of Sukarno, and big susu, or tits.
The cold weather and access to fresh milk, yes the hinterlands provide the finest grass for dairy cows, all contributed to white-skinned and big titted whores.
I say whores is that they aren't shy to take financial compensation for spreading their legs.
They are offering a service too, don't you know?
'I do,' said Max, who gave me a backhander.
Jack was doing his thing in East Java.
He was still training the nurses, the five ones at the Jember Hospital who nursed our nerves back to good health.
My cock was still twitching from overuse.
But I can gladly say, I was back in action.
We were in search of the Hit Squad, a little band of hot babes, who hit the night clubs and fucked any old man they could get their hands on.
Especially Western men.
'We might be in luck,' said Max, as we checked in a hotel.
In the distance, we could see Tangkuban Parahu, a stratovolcano 30 km north from where we were sitting.
I lit up a cigar and toasted a Bintang to Max, 'looks like we might need to find some Viagra before the night is out.'
Have you ever fucked under a volcano?
I thought not.
I had gatecrashed a few churches here.
Indonesian has more Christians than the total of Asia.
Odd fact hay?
I had been rehearsing some Gospel music, they call it elevation music.
Word was spreading around the archipelago that a guy called Frank Russel was keeping their families safe.
I didn't bother explaining that I'd need protection against those horny Christians, but that's another story.
Bandung is the land of Sukarno, and big susu, or tits.
The cold weather and access to fresh milk, yes the hinterlands provide the finest grass for dairy cows, all contributed to white-skinned and big titted whores.
I say whores is that they aren't shy to take financial compensation for spreading their legs.
They are offering a service too, don't you know?
'I do,' said Max, who gave me a backhander.
Jack was doing his thing in East Java.
He was still training the nurses, the five ones at the Jember Hospital who nursed our nerves back to good health.
My cock was still twitching from overuse.
But I can gladly say, I was back in action.
We were in search of the Hit Squad, a little band of hot babes, who hit the night clubs and fucked any old man they could get their hands on.
Especially Western men.
'We might be in luck,' said Max, as we checked in a hotel.
In the distance, we could see Tangkuban Parahu, a stratovolcano 30 km north from where we were sitting.
I lit up a cigar and toasted a Bintang to Max, 'looks like we might need to find some Viagra before the night is out.'
