Rather risky, get a whisky at the Frisky Bar.

I checked google maps.

Sweden.

Seemed a better prospect than Vladivostock.

I was over the vodka drinking and dirty white singlet wearing Russians, and I was talking about the female folk.

A friend told me that if I could get the next flight, which I was on, that there was a stool reserved for me at the Frisky Bar.

Not to be confused with the Frisky Bear in Alaska.

I could only hope that there were big titted Ingrids and Anna's there.

'There is and more,' said my friend.

This could be a great mission to recruit and play with some fun bags.

'You won't be disappointed,' said my friend.

Ingrid was a goddess.

Her tits were gigantic.

Slim hips, long tanned legs and dark hair and gigantic hooters, I just felt at home as I put my ass on the stool.

And Anna, well she was blonde, big bazookas and a lovely smile.

Actually, they were model material.

'And we want to fuck you.'

I bet my friend had a tab for me, 'yep and he's paying,' confirmed Ingrid.

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