These stories, I remind you, take place in the 70s. At that time we did not use condoms. I was very effeminate, long hair, very thin, I was often mistaken for a girl. My very naughty boyfriend with ideas in his head suggested that I dress as a girl. I refused at first but passive and submissive I obeyed him. He gave me a pair of tights and a skirt borrowed from his sisters.Here we are, off to wander the streets of the city. I was afraid someone would recognize me. He held my hand and we went to a square where there were several bars. We sat on the terrace of a PMU, frequented by many North Africans. The waiter took our order and said hello young man and pretty young girl. My cheeks turned scarlet which made him laugh. My boyfriend tells me, you see the old man in front of him, he won't stop looking at you. Indeed, an elderly man in his sixties was staring at me and I saw his hand kneading his crotch. The situation was starting to excite me and I crossed my legs to show him my panties. The waiter brought us our drinks with straws. While looking at the old man I played with the straw like a cock. The old man beckoned me to come. My boyfriend went to see him. He came back and said go ahead, he'll be waiting for you in the toilets. He gave me 50 francs. I crossed the bar under the wicked gazes of all these men. I was even treated to a few whistles, at that time men didn't bother with courtesy, especially in PMUs.The toilets were mixed. Once inside I found the old gentleman in a cabin. He brought me in and took me in his arms, caressing my buttocks and kneading them, I was in heaven. I set out to conquer his cock which was very hard in his pants. I squatted down and nibbled his cock through the fabric. He called me a little slut and a karba. I took out his good-sized cock with a exposed glans. I licked his cock from bottom to top swallowi ...

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