Selling my American jeans in Florence Italy
 

My senior year went abroad to Florence,Italy.I feel in.love with the Italian markets.They offered food and clothing.I was drawn to tight Italian jeans but no way to try them on in open market.The guy who ran the open store noticed I returned again and again.Being a poor foreign student I couldn't afford Italian jeans.The owner offered me a trade for my American Levis.Two pairs of Italian.jeans.I needed to try them on for fit.He suggested going into alley and trying a pair on.I did carefully slipping off my Levis.Standing my in Calvin briefs.He smiled and offered me a trade for them too.I smiled and peeled them off.I stood there in my tanline only with my dick straight out.He handed me a bikini brief and tight teeshirt.I slid on the very tight jeans.He invited me to dinner and told me I looked like an Italian boy.We became good friends and lovers.He photographed me nude.Later found out he sold pictures for much money.