I COUNT ON YOU TO TAKE DOWN THIS STORY PLEASE IN ADVANCE THANKS I have always heard of the Bois de Vincennes, and the Bois de Boulogne in which, according to my regimental mates, incredible things were happening. All the accounts of the latter aroused my curiosity to such an extent that at the beginning of July 1978, recently released from my military obligations as it was at the time, I decided to go visit family who live in the suburbs Parisian, with the idea of ​​going back to visit these famous places of debauchery. So I land there with my old Simca 1100.Arrived in my family I explain to them that I must imperatively leave in the evening because the next day I am expected in Mayenne in the family of my fiancée, who could not be there since she works at night. Which was partly true, since she worked well at night except that the next day I was not expected anywhere.On the other hand, I had warned her that I would spend the night with my family and that I would not return until the next afternoon.Around 9:30 p.m. after spending the day with my family, I say goodbye to them and promise to come back soon with my fiancee.I then begin my journey by the Bois de Vincennes, even if the night is very cold, there are very scantily clad prostitutes everywhere who show me their breasts, or lift their skirts when I walk past. I decide to observe a little how it goes, I park and it's an endless parade of cars moving in step to watch the girls like I did just before.It is true that there are quite funny scenes, I remember a cart which was parked in an alley and which swayed a lot, the doors open wide, a woman's legs protruding on each side, a guy between the thighs of the girl pounded her pussy vigorously, while a whole gang of voyeurs jerked off next.Others fucked the girls standing against the cars or on the hoods of the latter without trying to hide, for me it was unheard of, it was surreal to see so much lust.Having seen enough, I decided to take the direction of the Bois de Boulogne, I found a hotel not far from the latter in which I took a room for the night, the hotelier gave me a code to return after midnight.I put my things in my room and freshen up before setting off again to explore.I head for the woods when suddenly, the cars were no longer moving, a traffic jam had formed.- Damn Paris I growled Then as time went by I walked in step as in any traffic jam, getting a little annoyed to be delayed in this way.Suddenly a prostitute appears in a thong and her breasts open, she bangs on my window on the passenger side, I press the switch and lower my window halfway up.- 50 a pipe or 200 darling love. She said - No thanks. I answered Suddenly the girl said to me - You know I have a big cock, and joining the action to the word spreads her legs slightly, lowers her thong in the middle of the street without any embarrassment and leaves me a cock of a size like j 've rarely seen any.Holy shit I thought to myself but she hides it how his big cock, I saw nothing before I thought I was dealing with a girl. It really is to be mistaken.- You want to suck big cock, she asks, shaking her penis in front of me.- No thanks. I say again Suddenly, wiggling her ass and still cock in hand, she goes to the car following me.I restart and there all along the boulevard about twenty prostitutes who advertise all the same prices but little announcement that they are transvestites, you would really believe that they are women, curves, breasts, all ready to go to trick.I understand then that it is about the Brazilian transvestites of the Bois de Boulogne that I have heard so often.I do not understand, we are not in the woods yet, but apparently they invaded the boulevard, all along and in the perpendicular streets it is only prostitutes. I take a road to the right and I realize that it is indicated Rolland Garros, I am right next to it, all the streets around are filled with prostitutes, all Brazilian transvestites.After having turned well in the district and having seen almost all the prostitutes of the boulevard and the adjacent streets, I am now well spotted.I would still like to go into the woods, even if assaults are frequent it seems, so I follow the road to the Porte de la d'Auteuil, and there at the entrance to the wood all along the route des dozens of prostitutes, there too the cars are rolling, some stop, the guys ask for prices, and if the guy is ok, then the prostitute gets in the vehicle and tells her client where to go.Out of curiosity I stop in front of a beautiful, busty woman, with a very pretty large breasts. I roll my window down and ask - How much is it?- It's 50 Francs a pipe and 200 Francs love my darling, for sodomy it's 500 Francs and be careful eh! I am a real woman, she said to me, lifting her mini-skirt.- You see biquet, I don't have a dick and a pair of waltzes between the stumps, but a pretty little kitty, you will admit all the same that it is something other than these idiots of transvestites who come to compete with us by making themselves pass for good women. Does she say - And then look! You see that it's real boobs she said taking out her dairy not drugged with hormones she said shaking her big boobs.And then I'll tell you the worst in history, it's all these idiots who call themselves straight when they come to get their cock sucked by these guys dressed up as chicks, but in fact when they fuck these trannies, they forget that they fuck these idiots guys, then they kindly go home to find bobonne and their mustards.You speak straight, my ass is just a generation of PD Yes. She barks resentfully against Brazilian transvestites.I smile and promise to come back after taking a little walk - You can't miss me honey, you see this is my van and I'm here all night.- I continue my little trip, and like all the guys who prowl in the woods, I walk at a walk and stop from time to time to better see the prostitutes who practically all are mounted like nags and show me their big cock of which they are not a little proud.Then returning to the boulevard not far from Rolland Garros, a prostitute waves to me, I pull over to the side, roll down my window, and I discover a pretty girl with copper skin, not very tall, a little chubby, with a generous breasts and curves to die for a saint, she has good thighs and a well lost ass, she wears a suit with a skirt that reaches her mid-thigh and that beautifully molds her pretty ass, even if her blouse lets see the birth of her voluminous breasts, she does not look vulgar like all the prostitutes I have seen before.She announces me like all the others - 50 Francs a Pipe or 200 Francs darling love!For any answer I lift the button to unlock my passenger door.She does not need to be asked to get in the car because it is refrigerated, the night is so cold.- I'm going to push the heating up a bit, you'll be able to warm up faster like that. I said - Go straight, I'll guide you to a quiet corner. Said she I follow her directions and during the journey we cross a super well-lit area, I take this opportunity to take a good look at her, she is really very pretty, not too much makeup and her skirt is raised a little revealing the garter of her Dim-Up, she notices I'm staring at her, gives me a wonderful smile and asks me.- What's your name? Even though she does not have a complete command of French, I understand everything when she talks to me, which was not the case with other prostitutes I had seen before.- My name is Alain I answered - Me Rosa. She s ...

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