They still lived in the city of Novgorod together with their friend, Jana Ivanova. Jana had moved in with the couple some 12 years ago after her Milit...ry pension had been wiped out by currency inflation.John, now known by his Russian name, Ioann, had fared a little better as a retired General of Aviation. Their co-habitation had as much to do with economic circumstances as their long 'menage et trois' relationship.In fact, they'd called themselves 'the Troika, ' as long as Briyan could. Datdhi misha pandharya zalelya. cheharyane khup premal aani hasatmukh. aangane tasa majbut aani thanthanit. pot jara sutlela. yala marathi changala yet hota mhanun aaji aani khas karun aaishi tyachi changali maitri zali. tohi aaila beti aani aai tyla baba mhanu laagli. ek aathavdyatach to gharatlya sarkha zala. ha gharat ghatta payjama kurta aani tyavar waistcoat ghalat ase.Ek don divsani tohi aai barobar shetat jaau laagla. tyane aaichya bhajya aani keli shaharat tyachya olkhichya agentla. Her hands went to him as she fondled and caressed the hardness that her body had caused. Tasting her own juices she licked the swollen head with the tip of her tongue. Her body still tingled from the orgasm as she fondled the hard swollen shaft oozing his clear sweet nectar. The hushed oooo's and ahhhhh's from the onlookers made her feel as if they felt the same satisfaction that she was feeling. Her body was relaxed and satisfied with an occasional aftershock of the orgasm rushing through her.. It was Candy’s choice, though, whether they’d tell their reasons. “And how did you meet?” Ouch! That was getting too close.“We were both guests of Carolyn,” he said. He’d been Carolyn’s guest, or Carolyn and Bill’s guest, loads of times. Candy was Carolyn’s student, and he had no idea how many students she had entertained. He doubted whether the preacher had any idea, either.Candy, instead of letting him carry the ball, started asking about confidentiality. There, they were on absolutely safe.