“Such haste!” Miryam giggled, batting her fingers upon his bouncing cock.“Indeed,” Ivan declared, lifting her garment's hem to her waist. “W... haven't the time to suppress our lust.”The nearby marching declined and gave way to the clattering of armour and weaponry being removed. Another time, Miryam's nakedness would receive lengthy attentive gazes and gropes, but alas, now Ivan could afford her merely the briefest admiration.“Time indeed is short!” Miryam agreed, slinking further under him,. Wearing her sexiest underwear helped to get her in the right mood. Her hands ran through her dark wavy hair, then slowly massaged her neck and shoulders. Moving slightly lower, she stroked the tops of her breasts and ran her fingers down her cleavage to play with the clasp at the front of her bra. After pausing there for a while, her hands slid down over the slim curves of her waist, brushed over the panties and down her long, smooth thighs. She let out a long sigh, before her hands worked back. “Yeah.” She said, wiping tears. “And then we spent the whole morning looking for an address, me starving. But no, the best part, guess what: he had copied it wrong. We had been circling around the stupid building for half an hour! It’s near that old butcher’s shop, the one with the big hook in the front? The same block.”“Near that place with the creepy dolls.”“Right. So we get out of the car and he tells me to wish him luck and what not; he had like a business meeting in there, I don’t know. He. She smiled at him.“So what do you think of it?” she asked.“I ... I think you are very beautiful.”It was odd, that. She’d been called hot, sexy, gorgeous, a babe, sizzling, but so rarely did a guy call her the simple word “beautiful”.“Maybe they should have sent it to you instead of the principal,” she said, trying to sound nice, but she could not mask the bitterness in her voice.“You and your boyfriend got in trouble with the principal?”“Ex-boyfriend, now. And only I got in trouble. Not him..