Frankfurt Trip, Pepto's thread

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Peptoberfest 2005 in Frankfurt Day 1

Having had to cancel my September trip due to a bad back , and with my July trip hampered by three days of a bad sinus headache , I was especially anxious to hit the ground running for Oktoberfest 2006. Settling into my customary exit row seat on Delta 106, I had a restful flight with the help of three or four surreptitious shots of Sauza Hornitos Tequila, two Ambien taken as the food tray was placed before me, and immediate postprandial application of silicone ear plugs and eyeshades acquired on previous business class flights. I slept like a baby for a good 4 ½ hours and awoke just as they were clearing the breakfast trays- quickly finishing mine as we began the final approach.

The passport control officer in Frankfurt Main fluchthaven remarked that I need a new passport soon, only one more page. I took the shuttle bus to terminal 1 and boarded the 3.70 euro S bahn to the centrum, I was at the Excelsior hotel by 10:30 AM and they gave me a great double room for my 54 euro per night single reservation. Third time in a row, loyalty pays. I can’t recommend this place and its sister Hotel the Monopol enough. You get a sumptuous and exceedingly varied free breakfast (and lunch or midnight snack if you make a great cold cut sandwich and stash it in the minibar). The minibar is FREE. They have a spacious new free business center with four screaming new computers and printers 24/7, free newspaper, free daily ironing of a pant and shirt, free snacks in the lobby all day.

The sun was shining, I dashed across the street to Hauptbahnhof to the 11:40 train to Giessen to take advantage of the waning sunny days in the garden at World. It was a local tain and took about an hour. I caught the Euro 1.70 bus in lieu of a 20 euro cab at Giessen. The empty bus soon filled to standing room only with schoolchildren dismissed at 1 PM. What a hoot. They all debarked in the small towns along the way and soon I got off at the Garbenteich Sportsplatz about 25 minutes later and walked a couple of blocks to the club. The first parking lot was nearly empty at 2:15 and the club was very quiet with a few hotties and a few not so hotties and ijsbeeren about. I made a sandwich at the buffet, grabbed a fanta at the bar and had lunch. Then I hit the pool area. The sun was bright and warm and it was delicious to drift in and out of sleep under the sun for some two hours until the sun dipped behind the trees at around 4:30. Man the pool was cold but I did a couple of laps on principle.

It was time to get busy. For those who are still worried, don’t be. FKK World is back big time and they still have the most class in the field. Lots of new hot young Lolitas and some of the old guard, lovely Betty from Cuba was around. I went inside and sat on the couch. The night shift was arriving and things were getting hot. I sat on the far couch facing the bar next to the dining table and spotted a gaggle of young cute girls at the cocktail tables. One of them, a black haired lovely with a face like Katie Holmes but with a dimpled chin and a perfect little arse sat down, chatted me up, kissed me affectionately, and her hand stroked and flitted effectively enough under my towel to get me into the adjacent VIP room. Her name was Krystina from Hungary, just 21 and a 10 in looks. Only working about 2 weeks. She immediately got on her knees and got to know Pepti for a while until I stood her up on the bed and began to kiss and lick and nibble and fondle and adore and generally make a meal of her. Some good makeout and mutual oral explorations followed but she spoiled the mood a bit by asking me “You want extra?” Even though I knew what she meant, I asked, What the heck is extra? You know come on face, on body, anal??? She looked so hopeful and innocent asking I almost believed she craved the cum and not the euros. I said let’s see what happens. No problem with Krystina, she is inexperienced, just two weeks on the job, and wasn’t a money grubber but its still a bit of a turn off. But we soon got back to business and she sure could bounce, the mirrored wall reflecting this perfect little hard body with her dimpled bum spread and impaled on Pepti and writhing provided excellent reinforcement as to why I come to Frankfurt . Freakazoid though I am, I didn’t finish though during this 30 minute session. Krystina is a sweetheart, and played with me the rest of this day and on Saturday for a repeat, which I declined but will probably give in to next trip since she is so good natured and gorgeous.

I was looking for my spider girl but she was nowhere to be seen. The lovely but aloof Julia of Romania was around wearing white boots just as Mike DeHavilland had described. Soon I spotted another blonde girl with similar boots and similar lumbar Chinese characters tatoo - this must be Julia’s more patient and intimate twin. She had the most beautiful tietjes of the night. Definitely impressive and I put her on my to-do list pending more personal interaction. I walked around a bit, had a sauna and a rest and went back upstairs. And there she was: My spider girl anka from December whom I had managed to miss all year due to bad timing. Anka looked rested, confident, and radiant with her new perfect c-cups, about as natural a boob job as I have seen. We soon repaired to our customary room, the big mirrored one off the eatery, and had a great 90 minute reunion, first catching up on our lives and then great sex and super make out just as I remembered her. I waited a long time for that. :D

After bidding Anka farewell, I went to the whirlpool since I had a kink in my neck from all those weird standjes seeking oral gratification. I was joined by a bunch of friendly GI’s training in the fields of Germany in preparation for their return to Irak in December. They were cool, two or three from New York and rookies at the club. I gave them pointers and the ground rules and they told me hellish stories of their first tour and the preparations for the second. Merry Fucking XChristmas boys from George Bush. And from me, God speed guys, be safe and get home.

Now it’s around midnight and the place is in full swing. I had a second meal of rice and goulash and salad that wasn’t bad at all and had a nice sauna at 96 C followed by a dump of ice cold water on the head from the bucket outside. BRRRRRRARRRGGGHHH. Just the thing to clear the head and wake up the body. I was a lone wolf this night with no ijsbeeren known to me about, so it was back to girl hunting. Soon I saw the white booted blonde with the Chinese characters. She had lovely features with a slender nose on a models face. And that rack!! I motioned her over and she was great from the start on the couch, nice kissing and chat, a beautiful covergirl face and soon I was smitten. Lovely blonde Anna from Transylvania led me to the tiny mirrored stuffy VIP room where I was apprensive of the small bed and the heat. But Anna was such a perfect lover, the small bed kept us together and it made our hour session sheer bliss. Sweet belly kisses, unterkussen, and tender porno BJ, full body cowgirl, slow and intimate, Anna is built for comfort and when you want, for speed. She starred in her own mirror TV extended BJ as I just lie there and marvel at my good fortune, then we got sweaty in every position I could think of. Man we looked good in that mirror- I am king fucking shit tonight . Afterwards, we lay entwined and had a great post coital chat about Transylvania and the FKK Pure Platinum in Ibiza and about New York and of couse the business. She doesn’t usually work at FKK’s, some other kind on nightclub. This girl was busy all night both nights I was at World, her c –cups are enhanced but perfectly natural. A definite repeat if you can catch her.

OK, three sessions isn’t bad on the first night. I lay around the rest of the night, flirting with Krystina and other girls, eating, drinking and at 3:45AM I hopped into the taxi and 17 euro and 15 minutes later, I was at the station. To my surprise, instead of waiting for the 4:40 Regional Express, I could take a Regional Bahn local at 4:10 and switch to the S-6 at Friedburg, a station I knew well. Better to be underway than waiting at the station, I did it and I think we arrive 6 minutes earlier at 5:20 than I would if I had taken the 4:40, every little station between Giessen and FFM Hbf. Doing that commuter thing again. Since I had stuffed my face at the club, I didn’t bother to wait the half hour until 6 AM breakfast at Excelsior. I crawled into bed and took another shot of Hornitos, earplugs in, ahhhhh sleep . No insomnia for me in Europe. I got too much to do. So goes day 1 of Peptoberfest.

Doog Pepto

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Day two ( 7 Oct)of my recent Peptoberfest in Germany dawned with a text message from the one and only Mr Goodbar confirming that he will come to FKK World on Saturday and a 1 PM call from ST who had arrived in Germany Thursday as well and immediately began double clubbing at Oase and Palace. He was at the Monopol hotel next door and wanted to hit the neighborhood for a coffee. I was still a bit foggy and needed time to get it together so he did his thing and I woke up and at 3 we went across to the Hauptbahnhof for a quick lasagna breakfast (for me anyway) and swapped club reports. We decided to hit Oase while it was still early and not so crowded. ST had rented a cute blue Peugot and soon we were embedded in a nice Friday afternoon stau on the A5. Fun, fun, fun on the autobahn. But it WAS fun, debating and discoursing with the professor of FKK-ology ST along the road to Burgholtzhausen. ST had brought a bit of smoke so that was a treat – I had a quickie in the parking lot and got paranoid so I went inside while he lingered to get his fill.

There were lot’s of girls at the bar, you really get the once- over when you check in at Oase, the girls are hunting for 50 euro notes. Immediately the heat, smoke, and stuffiness hit me making my head hurt , then it was downstairs to their bacteria Petri dish of a locker room. Creepy sandals, none of them fit right and all of them hurt my feet. I tried three or four pair of varying sizes. The shower water stays cold for a loooong time and it’s hard to adjust, the flow lasts 3 seconds before you have to hit it again. The showers are right next to the toilets and the place just smells like bacteria. I trudge back upstairs with the wet towel to get a dry one in, stacked in the dining room of all places. Very poor layout. At the crowded bar, frazzled joyless attendeants are pouring warm soda into skinny glasses and adding a single ice cube which immediately melts in the blast furnace of the main rooms. Everywhere people are smoking and bumping into each other, pushy girls push past guests. An immediate and unremitting litany of hey Schaatze inquiries from German and Spanish girls, hello my name is…. Slim Shady, occasional tongues forced into your mouth, I immediately smell like heavy perfume, there is a smirking sardonic German brunette Jenny who doesn’t move all night from her seat at the bar- she says zimmer I say HUH? I wish Celine was here. The statuesque busty Lithuanian was my favorite Oase meid.

I hit the kino and sit down to perv on the one or two couples fornicating therein. Almost right away a meaty beaty big and bouncy German brunette plops down next to me with her tense saline boobies pointing their hard nipples in my ear. I hardly ever go with German girls in Frankfurt, they aren’t around as much in Frankfurt as in PHG, home of the incredible Sammy and Ive, but Oase seems to have the most Germans of the three clubs. This girl is not really my type at all, but facially she resembles the incredible Sandra of the Wallen so I let her proceed. Sunny sunny sunny, I’ve read of her, is she good or bad? I can’t remember. Sunny is relentless in her pursuit, kissing and trying the BJ in the kino, the clincher that will obligate me to go to the zimmer. And soon, she does it, I trust to her Sandra face ass. After about a three minute wait, we get a room. The session went nowhere and neither did Pepti. Her armpits smelled, her pussy was a bit gamey, her perfume was overpowering and she had cigbutt breath. Schiesse what have I done:grr2: . I had her on the couch and didn’t realize this??, ST would later ask. I make excuses for a while, her BJ does nothing for me, I massage her and play with her tits- let’s get out of here .

ST had by now checked into the club and joins me in the bar where we get drinks and he intricately dissected the possibilities and demographics of the array of naked multinational flesh on offer. Ahhh the circus that is Oase. A polyglot of accents perpetually accost me even though I am just looking. These girls are NOT shy. We repair to the couch room where I apprise ST of my misstep with Sunny the smelly totaalflop and we survey the scene. A series of 6-7 rated young Romanians come by to try their luck with us- ST made some friends last night I see. A bunch of babes come over to chat with him and try for their session. The place is crawling with Romanian girls, very unusual for Oase. I espy a couple of girls that look interesting, one real twin of Julia from World and a tall pair across the room, and initially I am impressed with the lineup. But something is wrong. ST and I separate after a while to hunt- I soon find myself outside on a love chair- it’s chilly and the chair wet with dew in the early October evening.

Soon a couple of tall Romanian babes I had been eyeing inside strolled outside. They literally attacked me when I said I’m from New York, squeezing in on either side of me on the lounge. The blonde was older and a bit wizened, cynical and loud- “I am bitch”. “I will kill you”. The brunette had blonde streaks and was not nearly as cute as she looked from afar. The blonde began scratching at my klootzak with her long nails under the towel. This was not fun flirting. Finally they leave me alone. I go back inside and check out the buffet. Let’s just say the best thing was the big boiled potatoes. The rubbery Salisbury steaks and chicken chunks in red sauce was barely edible. As I am eating ST comes by and I tell him of the alfresco molestation I had just endured when the two predators from outside come by, "we will join you for dinner" they bellow. ST goes back inside laughing. I had had my fill of the slop and ditched my plate at the table as they went for their food. I decided to hide in the dance pole room where a series of good natured but fat- assed plump Gypsy babes were shaking it to very ethnic music as the strobe light brought me to the edge of apoplexy.

After two or three dances, ST appears in the dance room and suggests that he is leaning toward a trip to Palace. This is music to my ears as I am having a shitty time and cannot get comfortable. Soon we are dowstairs tiptoeing through the fungus to get changed and head to Hausen and more relaxing environs . Recalling the claim that some mongers drive from Burgholtzhausen to Hausen in 20 minutes, we miss a turn while engrossed in conversation about our hobby and arrive at the Palace around 9:30 PM.

In short, I have been to Oase now 5 times, I do not like the club very much. Dirty kleedruimte, pushy girls who are not so hot, crowded smoky and uncomfortable. I will not go back.

Doog
Pepto

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After wasting my time and euros at Oase for a few hours, I was anxious to check the lineup at Palace, having read the fun reports of Fred, Dedalus’ and Desert Fox recent forays there. ST lingered in the Peugot to park and I made a beeline for the Palace door. I washed the “Oase” off me in the Palace showers, grabbed a big towel from the side room and checked out the buffet. I looked around briefly, lots of exotic blondines around- there goes the bionic beauty Big Diana- my first anal sex:ass: . I see Angelika is here too, the sarcastic Siberian. Feeling hungry again, I checked the buffet. There was only salad left so I made a bowl, grabbed some bread and went to sit at the new bulky hightop tables to have a munch. Before I reached the table, a lovely dyed- blonde hard body had latched on to me. Facially she looked like a cross between Pam Anderson and Sarah Jessica Parker with a bit of Xtina thrown in. She was fairly tall, very fit with a smoking B cup body and a very kind, friendly, engaging demeanor. Her name was Daniella and she hails from Romania (they are everywhere this trip, not a bad thing at all). We had a great talk, she went for some salad too and came back to report that the 10:00 food was being put out. I went back and got chicken schnitzel, incredible sautéed potatoes with pepper and onion, Sicilian vegetable pizza, veggies and bean salads and pasta al forno and Daniella and I really chowed down after she went and got us drinks:essen: .

After we finished the food, Daniella and I rested, digested, and relaxed at the table and talked and flirted some more, she of course smoked a couple of fags. Soon it was time to visit the zimmer so we went to room 12 where I immediately put all the pillows at the foot of the bed so we were facing the mirror. “I want to watch Peppie TV” I said as she giggled and hugged me. We began making out like schoolkids and she was very touchy feely- a good sign. Her oral skills are very very good in all regions and she does not get tired:blowjob: . I earned my nickname beffen by giving her what she seemed to crave, prolonged beffturn and fingering while she gyrated and groaned and finished. Either she’s been taking acting lessons or I think she had more fun than I did, but I love her . Some girls just feel right when you bang them and Daniella is just such a lover, it’s more like a dance than a series of positions. And we tried lots of standjes during our 90 minute romp. I made a nieuw vriend.

After paying my dues to my new beloved fave babe, I wandered into the main room where they had two passable dancers every 15 minutes or so do a number on the motorcycle and a pole. I like to sit at the bar right next to the pole and watch. Another cool drink and here’s ST. I apprise him of my find and he sees I am happy as a clam now. I’m feeling very lazy so I just move around from the loser’s lounge, where a busty Hungarian tried her best to get me. There is a large group of new Romanian girls here too, more than I’ve ever seen at Palace. A lot of them are very cute. I move to the swings, to the bar area couches. It was here an old friend jumped my bones. Frenetic upbeat blonde Lolita Ambra launched herself onto my lap- “You don’t remember me from World?? I am .........” She worked there under another name. It’s good to see you again , we must get together before I go home Ambra . But now I’m kaput. OK baby.

Kissed Ambra bye for now and proceeded with more couch potatoeing and soon a cute very petite Romanian brunette comes over a lay next to me. Ramona was 22 and she somehow got me going with some kisses and her cute little hush puppies. We ended up again in Room 12 where I placed the pillows again for best effect and we got down to business. And that’s just what it was- business- the kisses kind of dried up and the 30 minute session was quite forgettable . Oh well, I did have a fantastic honeymoon with Daniella. I returned to the main room where ST told me of his sessions and we hung around until around 2:30 or so when we returned to the centrum first for a beer and then for some great grilled Greek veal and pork, fries, peppers n cheese and grilled rye bread in the Frankfurt Red Light Zone:essen2: . Skipped the Excelsior breakfast again and sacked out. Saturday was the day of the Oktoberfest party at World so that is enough for one day. I felt I needed to get back to Palace though again, real soon.

Doog
Pepto

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ST called at around 1 PM with a proposed 3PM departure for the FKK World Oktoberfest Party. That was fine with me. Goodbar SMS’ed that he was on his way from Amsterdam with a 6 or 7 PM arrival expected. ST and I hit the road and thankfully there was no stau on the A5 this time, we made excellent time and I entered the place around 4 PM while ST remained in the car to “listen to music”. There was already a decent amount of cars in the second lot. Upon changing and making my way past the red curtain, I was met with an aural assault unprecedented in my FKK experience. A rather rotund biker looking DJ was barking orders through the public address system at 4 guys holding full pitchers of beer at arms length, a test of strength or something. I thought that it would have been a better contest if some of the girls were messing with them under their towels. Maidens dressed as beerhall waitresses were passing out toy police whistles (I was offered two within 1 minute) and many patrons and girls were blowing at the top of their lungs. Beer garten music was blasting and I couldn’t hear myself think. I repaired to the dining room where I made a nice cold cut sandwich on a hard roll and watched the scene. As I sat at the small table overlooking the DJ booth side of the Wintergarten, Fred of FBI fame made his way to the lockers with that Hungarian cutie Krystina, my first girl of the trip. She gave me a little hug as they passed and Fred was all smiles, we exchanged greetings. Happily, the contest soon ended and they returned to just straight music, the whistles disappeard for the rest of the night.

It took me a couple of hours to get going this day. Soon ST arrived from his parking lot session and we surveyed the scene. “Good depth” said the professor. “Lots of hot young poon” I replied, “like her, and her, and those two over there.” It was time for a sauna, I baked my bones at 96 C and then went outside and poured the icecold water over my head. NOW it’s time to get laid. I looked around for a girl but it was overload for me. The spider girl Anka, who looks like a cross between Geena Davis and Katie Holmes was there looking all Playmate with her new c cups, but she seemed cold to me today, she is known to be moody and unpredictable so………. Around 6 Goodbar arrived. We spent some time catching up, I introduced him to ST and we went to the relax zone. There I spotted a thin black haired waif wearing a denim microskirt with her butt hanging out. Cute. She was hanging with some champaign boys on the next couch. Soon, Goodbar was whisked away by another brunette, a slim googoo eyed Bulgarian cutie who once had lived in Amsterdam. OK Pepto, get going, it’s time to session.

I went upstairs and surveyed the room. Romeense Julia is looking fine but she won’t speak to me either, as usual. Let’s see. The gorgeous Mullata Nadja is looking incredible as usual. She smiles, I think, maybe later. There goes my new Romanian sex bomb Anna to the room with yet another guy. She’ll be hard to catch on a party day. So many blondes. Finally I spotted a blonde girl with stockings and a regal carriage and a face somewhat like Renee Zellweger but without the lemon sucking sourpuss look. I motioned her to join me on the couch which she did. Kararina is from Moscow and speaks limited English. But she still communicated with her lips very well, to say nothing of her tongue. It didn’t take many minutes of making out in the Wintergarten to get her to the VIP room with the canopy bed and no mirrors. This seems to be my Russian room, where I sessioned with another gorgeous Muscovite blonde over the Pascal Holiday (can’t remember her name). Anyway, Katarina, who I later learned is popular with other board members, was just like the other Russian girl, passionate makeout, soft delicate teasing full body oral including unter regions , beffen and sprited sex in any and all positions, in short, a toppertje. Very nice to meet you Katarina. I understand she works days only and leaves by 7 or 8 PM.

After my shower, I encountered Fred at the high top table of the Hungarian girl mafia. As he was alone, I took the opportunity to say hi and catch up and compared notes with the Inspector. That was nice. Soon, I bumped into Goodbar and we attacked the extensive buffet of German meats and salads laid out for the party. It was the first of 3 or 4 minimeals we would have this night. After chow, we both went off to get into trouble, as I like to say. And it was trouble I found. Sitting on the couch nearest the bar, I was surrounded by girls. Larissa the beefy little Romanian hottie was writhing on the chair trying to get me for a third time. And there goes that little slut with the denim booty skirt. She looks fun, slim, tattoos, long black hair. I motioned her over. Hi I am Sandy from Yugoslavia she said. I tried some kissing and she said not in public. WARNING. Then she tried to sell me a threesome “I go and get my girl and we do real Lesbie show for you”. WARNING. No thanks, lets just get a room. Stupid Pepto what are you doing? :asshole2 What would ST think? Well, I was warned. But her look turned me on. We took the big room on the right just before you reach the indoor pool. There was a little more kissing in the room, with cig breath and then she cut it short. The BJ was frenetic and distracted, I tried repeatedly to slow her down. The sex was as lousy as I ever had in an FKK, she held the base of the condom in all positions and grimaced with each new insertion. After five minutes of fucking, I still had fifteen minutes and gave it to her good for spite until she tried to tell me the session was over at 20 minutes. “I fuck 50 men in a day (yeah right, in your dreams you do that in one month) and if they all take so long to cum…………. ” Yuk. She was free much of the rest of the night.

I paid Sandy, who I think you should avoid at all costs , her for her troubles and hung around for an hour and a half or so, girl watching, eating, schmoozing with Goodbar and Fred. ST had disappeared- double clubbing again no doubt (he went to Palace). Fred was having champaign with the Hungarian mafia girls and offered me a glass. We all toasted FKK World. I took a seat near the bar again, right in the thick of the comings and goings. Damn, Nadja looks FINE. I motioned her over and she draped herself on the arm of the chair I occupied. She finished her smoke as I admired her fineness, I couldn’t think of much to say. Nadja is not demonstrative. We went for a room and there were none. We waited near the VIP rooms and after 5 minutes or so the tiny little VIP room was free. But is was smoky, stuffy and very hot in there, that couple made it quite unpleasant in there. Nadja sprayed some of that room deodorant all over the place. My energy level was quite low at this point and Nadia likes it hard and fast:smileysex . In this room that meant sweat poured from us, more from me. I tried, believe me I tried. Some 69 beffen :p got me going and we did some positions but I couldn’t last in the heat. Dripped sweat in her eye, the whole clumsy bit. She was cool though, she is a good girl and we laughed at my “dead dick” as I just savored the sight of us together in this sweatbox.

I paid Nadja and again made the rounds of the cavernous club, exploring everywhere until I found Fred. We sat on the couch by the water cooler downstairs and had some laughs listening to chicks screaming in the tent city rooms. Goodbar joined us and he was looking a little tired. I told him not to hang around until 4 AM if he was tired and it was decided that he would leave now at 2 AM and I could take the train to Frankfurt like I usually do, no problem. It did take Fred quite a long time to tear himself away from his Mafia babes so he could get a ride with Goodbar to his hotel, where Goodbar wisely decided to rest a couple of hours rather than tackle the fog back to Amsterdam. I continued to wander around, looking for that perfect session in the perfect room but I was now feeling lonely. Anka was really avoiding me even for chat , she is stressed, and I didn’t know what to do girl wise.

Denise, a 20 year old full breasted cutie pie and Anna, 24 and a cute girl in her own right, both from Hungary were both nice girl next door types, not currently busy as Denise moaned, and highly recommended by the FBI. So I said what the hey- It’s friggin Oktoberfest, do a threesome . I pulled them to me and we smooched a bit- it felt good to have two young girls so we went in search of a room. A session like this requires a large bed in a mirrored room. All the VIP doors were closed. On a whim we checked the three mirrored sleighbed room and lo and behold- IT’S EMPTY. YESSSS . We jumped inside and began a hot hour of threeway foreplay and limited intercourse, I've been fucking for three days straight. The girls had their synchronized pijpen down pat, cooperating to excellent effect. Now this is the way to end the night:Sandwich- . At the 30 minute mark, I didn’t want to stop so we went for the hour, relaxing and talking and then shutting up and getting down to pampering me again. But at the 20 minute mark of the second half, the maid entered and said she needed the room for a schluffengast, someone had rented the room for the night and it was 3:40. Oh well, that’s FKK. We vacated and I gave each girl a music CD with her euros.

This being a Sunday morning, there was no room for error, it is catch that 4:40 trein from Giessen or sit there until 7:15 AM. I tried to kiss Anka goodnight on the way out but she totally blew me off again, I hurriedly dressed and grabbed a cab. It was so foggy you couldn’t see a thing. I felt for Goodbar trying to get around in this soup. I made the trein and returned to the Excelsior at 5:30 for some breakfast, and sleep . It wasn’t the best night for me at FKK World, but with good friends around and three good girls, what could be bad? It is still my favorite club. Congratulations to the FKK World team for another great party and their reconstituted lineup. One more day to go.

Doog Pepto