His name: Aleksei Astapkovich. He found himself being imprisoned for Theft because of relations and ties with the Russian Mafia, spending a staggering...5 years behind bars. Since his release, He assured himself to live a secluded life, & stay away from anything that could put him back into Prison. He was a quiet man, of few Words. Standing at 6"3 tall, He had fiercely White Skin, Ice blue eyes, Large Russian Nose and Very Dark hair, which contrasted to the pigment of his skin, and palest shade. You lay me down on the moss, peel away the dress, fold by fold, starting at my calves. You massage my legs, working your way up, stopping at the honey pot, finding the magic switch, nibbling and sucking while your fingers play inside…it isn’t long before I am in ecstasy on that moss-covered rock. Your hand move upward, finding my erect, impatient nipples, I open my eyes to find your lovely hard cock with in reach…taking you in my mouth, licking the end like a Popsicle, enjoying the. I have always wanted to see my wife with a man of means; whisked away in a luxurious way with gifts bestowed upon her; someone to make her feel like a true princess.” Again I tried to blurt out that this was possible, but was again cut off. “I don’t in any way mean to ask you to spend your money on her. I have secretly saved a substantial amount that you would use.” I stopped him there. I told him that all three sounded wonderful. Everything I knew of his wife would make any of these both. “Is it possible that you find my sixteen year old daughter attractive? Could it be that good old Uncle Bob would like to jump her young, sweet, innocent, adolescent bones?”I began to panic. She had a good point and her questions were just the kind a prosecutor might ask just before the jury screamed, Guilty!“No!“ I yelled. I hadn’t meant to yell. “Of course not,” I said in a more normal voice. “What was she wearing? I don’t remember. I was looking at you. Yes. That’s it, I was looking at you.