Seymour Totti’s Foreign Policy

I seem to have a hard on for schoolgirls at the moment

Good mornin’ little schoolgirl
Can I go home
Can I go home with you
Tell your mama and your papa
I’m a little school boy too

From an old blues song. I don’t know who wrote it but it has been performed by Lightnin’ Hopkins, Mississippi Fred McDowell, Sonny Boy Williamson, The Yardbirds, The Greatfull Dead and dozens of others

This is Sayaka, she shaves her pussy. Just click on the pic to see!

Hachiko is a dog. Or rather was a dog. He’s dead now but his statue remains outside the exit of the Yamanote Line station in Tokyo’s trendy Shibuya district. His story is a touching one.

He first moved to Tokyo in 1924 with his owner, a professor at the Imperial University. The two friends were inseparable. Each morning Hachiko would accompany his master to the station on his way to work. On his return the dog would be waiting patiently, tail wagging, happy to see his master again.

One day the professor was taken ill at work and died before he could return home. But he bond between man and dog was strong and Hachiko continued to return to the station each day to wait for a friend that was never coming. He continued this vigil for 10 years eventually dying on the spot where he last saw his friend.

The Japanese have a deep respect for such loyalty and so a statue was erected in Hachiko’s memory. These days the statue is a popular meeting spot. Every afternoon thousands of delectable schoolgirls, dressed in their sexy loose socks, plaid mini-skirts and blazers descend on Shibuya as they crisscross Tokyo.

Real Schoolgirls in Tokyo

These are not AV stars they are regular students, even more gorgeous in real life. Many of them will meet their friends at Hachiko, exchange the days gossip, compare SMS messages and go for noodles, a bit of window shopping and generally hang out before the demands of homework carries them away.

I like to hang out by Hachiko as well. They think I’m just there to meet someone, like everyone else. But really I’m there to enjoy the show. From behind my copy of the Asahi Shimbun I secretly admire their firm thighs, the curve of their breasts, I wonder if they have shaved their sweet pussies.

I drink in their expressions - their smiles, their frowns - the way they move their bodies. Do they know I’m watching?, Do they realise that, like Hachiko, my tail is also wagging and that I’d give my right paw to stick my nose between their legs.

She reminds me so much of a delicious girl I once had the pleasure of knowing.

I was hanging out in a favourite haunt of mine, the Top Gun bar in Jakarta, Indonesia and had got sidetracked from my mission by one of the older gals. She was well past her sell by date and no amount of alcohol was going to convince me to give her one. We both knew this of course, but I’d actually known her for more than a year so there was no pressure.

But she did have a heart of gold and a fabulous repetoire hilarious and salacious stories, largely about former customers.

Anyway the night wore on and it began to dawn on me that there was little point in me looking for something to cuddle because the only thing I was going to be pushing up, when I hit the pillow, would be a line of zzzzz’s. I remarked on this as I paid for the drinks and wobbled towards the door.

“Come earlier tomorrow,” she yelled behind me, “I’ll look after you.” A promise that was met with wild and enthusiastic shrieks of laughter from her friends.

Well fate took me to that end of Jakarta the following day anyway and, whilst I was in no mood for another session, I figured a hair of the dog before dinner and then an early night would be in order. I walked in and the old gal was propped on the end of the bar in her accustomed position. Next to her was a vision.

“Hi,” she said, “I brought you a present.” The vision smiled and looked down, as if trying to bury her chin in her collar bone but as she did so her eyes lifted and looked straight into mine. I got a stiffy.

“Now buy me a beer and take her away,” said the old gal. I didn’t need telling twice. We went to the movies then we went to dinner. She was nineteen, from the island of Madura at the eastern end of Java. She’d been in town just two days and, like many girls, she’d come to Jakarta to “improve her English” and earn money so she could finish college.

We eventually wound up back at my hotel, she was drop dead gorgeous and I was stone cold sober. This present was going to be unwrapped slowly.

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