”January 6, 1984, West Monroe, Ohio“In the Russian tradition, the priest or bishop would throw the blessing cross into the river and young men wou...d dive in to retrieve it,” I said.“‘Hold my cross and watch this?’” Clarissa teased.I laughed, “Nice.”“And I’m not sure ANY amount of blessing would have me diving into the Scioto and Olentangy rivers!”“We don’t go in for the idea that God will automatically protect us from foolish acts! You won’t find any snake handling in the Orthodox. As I began a sucking motion with my mouth the milk began to flow from her inch long nipples and I was in heaven! Stephanie began to insert her fingers into her pussy to gather some of her sweet nectar which she quickly brought to my mouth too. What a combination...the best milk in the world and her personal honey too! I pulled out my cock and stood up in front of Stephanie's expert mouth...slowly she took the head into her mouth and swished her tongue along my meat to draw out the clear. It would give me time to get my fully stretched holes to recover their normal tightness.Two days later, one of these guys, Vince, was very insistent and I finally agreed to meet him again. I had loved his massive hard dick stretching my holes to the limits. And he was the most handsome guy of that wild bunch of horny men that had ruined me so badly.We met at a motel room by the highway. As soon as we both stripped off, I sucked him on very deep into the back of my mouth. Vince was very hard and. “You’re getting pink.” I thought my tan was pretty good for this time of the year. But looking down, I saw what she meant. The white patches where my bikini used to be on my breasts and the triangle between my legs had never seen much sun and I was indeed getting pink.“Try this,” Megan continued. “SPF 30, and water resistant. I reached up for the bottle but instead of giving it to me, Megan got down on one knee beside me and began rubbing handfuls of the cream on my shoulders. She smoothed it.