”When I got back, Sandra was sitting between both of them and obviously, the ice had been broken. They were chatting about what had led Olga and Nat...sha to become lovers. Olga was explaining that quite a few Russian Ballerinas were bisexual. This was because their training was arduous and they did not have time for much social life. That coupled with the fact that many of the male dancers were gay exacerbated that situation.“Sergei, my husband travels a lot. He is a pilot for Aeroflot, so he is. He wasn’t ready to listen to me. He said, “I have waited to get my hands on you. I was dying to fuck you from the day I saw you other day in Sari shop. You have put my cock on fire all these days. Now you will pacify my cock’s heat. So get ready for nightlong fucking session. You are not going to sleep unless I do so.” Without waiting for my respon! se, he started to unhook my blouse. His left hand was busy in squeezing my boobs over the blouse, while his right hand was unhooking my blouse,. Her mother and I had had her just about sixteen years earlier. She was our first born child, but certainly not the last. In fact, we had four kids altogether. Savannah was the oldest, followed by two younger brothers, and one baby sister who was only seven. Savannah had always been a daddy’s girl. I guess that’s what happens when you’re the first born girl. I would go beyond the ends of the earth for her, and for any of my children for that matter, but Savannah would always hold that special. After about 1 week of following her I had my plan of action. It was simple really. Every Friday after her game she would stay an extra hour to practice her free throws. The coach didn't have time to stay so she left the locker room door open for her to shower and when she left the janitor would lock up on his way out. It was the perfect plan, after the game I just hid in one of the bathrooms and waited for the coach to leave. When she did I snuck into the girl’s locker room and hid in a stall..