UNEXPECTED GANG BANG
The Day Following Christmas found me at a popular bierkellar in Trier not far from my Bitburg Flugplatz Air Base in West Germany in 1966. As I had to work both Christmas Eve and Christmas Night I needed to let off steam and this was the place to do so. Being able to “sprechen deutsch” talk German fairly well certainly helped in chatting up the frauleins, But this time a pretty and well stacked fraulein who spoke good English, but was the worse for all the festive beer she,d imbibed chatted me...