He was proof that the theory of "it's in the genes" was alive and well in the Moscow Ballet. That did not bode well for little Natasha because not a s...ngle Andropovich had ever been on the wooden stage in a Tutu and slippers.The interrogation was clear and concise.The other two members of the "panel" were both females. There was Irina Z. whose dancing days were long gone but whose choreography skills had not diminished in the least. Finally, the panel was rounded out by the presence of Katrina. Opening my eyes for a brief second, I saw that no one was paying me any attention, so I continued. I was so wet. You could hear it when I stroked my clit. Luckily, people around me were talking and didn’t hear.I began to rub faster as I imagined him ramming into me. I bit my bottom lip to keep from moaning. I trailed one finger down my wet pussy, and pushed it inside. Carefully, I went in and out, trying not to go too fast, but definitely trying to go as deep as I could.Opening my eyes to catch. " I grinned.She leant over as I turned my head and our lips met in what should have been a brief peck, but as our lips met it was as though a spark passed between us and I felt suddenly aroused. Without thinking I threw my arms around my sister and pulled her close to me as I pressed my lips hard to hers, Sandra returned my kiss with a fervour that matched my own. A few moments later Sandra parted our lips, turned, lay on her back and put her head in my lap, she looked up at me with a smile on. I grabbed that cute ass of his and kept him in my ass. I began to bear down on his dick with my pleasured hole and I could feel his dick with so much fury pump one large pump of cum into me then the rest although equally good feeling pumped several more spurts of cum into me. Shortly after the first moan he roared in pleasure. Me with hot little fuck face with no noise coming from my mouth that all of the porno stars do sometimes. The look of pain, but pleasure. He pushed in hard all the way.