When I got back to the IT office, none of the women there and would look me in the eye. Most of the men were also seemingly busy, but I could tell the... were all looking at me, as I carried the monitor in and put it on a shelf. I looked at the board for open tickets and was about to grab one and head back out when one of my best friends Josh Thomas grabbed my arm."Well, what did ya think?" he asked excitedly."What did I think about what?" I asked, looking confused. I noticed that every eye in. She is 59, very nice looking and a size 12-14 pending the attire..... Loves to fuck.... Loves to be fingered and eaten before she gets my cock.... Loves to ride and do those tits bounce..... Gets rather loud and vocal, loves calling me a nasty dirty boy and she loves being called a CFM slut....All that said at 61 I can only fuck that pussy for so long and I could tell she wanted more cock and a longer ride. So one night she comes to bed about 2am and is in complete horny wanted to be fucked. "I came here from Spain." Ah! The Russians brought you back?" John nodded. "And you're happy here?" John nodded again. "Y'know," he dropped his voice, "we can, perhaps, see if we can get you out?" Chernagovka looked like he was about to speak. The Englishman looked in his direction."He doesn't want to leave," the Russian said quickly, "you heard him say he was happy here in Russia." Perhaps if I could speak to this man alone?" the Englishman asked, "he is, after all, a British Commonwealth. My arms reaches around and cups your head. My fingers are lazily moving through your hair as I kiss your lips. Your lips are soft upon mine. I feel your hand untying the belt of my robe. Kissing me deeply, passionately, you release the belt of my robe, letting it fall open. One side swings free, swinging with the rhythm of the swing. The night breeze, moist with the rain, caresses my bare breast, causing the nipples to grow hard. Your hand is warm upon my stomach. It just sits there, on my.