.. Uh, go on.”I was really getting excited now. There were noises. Moist sounds. And my legs scrapped the wood walls.“Are you ok?” he asked.I ha... a bit of a hard time answering, “I’ve had carnal knowledge ... Of men.”He flustered a bit and said that I should try to work at loving Jesus instead ... or something like that. I was kinda busy. He seemed to sense something.“Miss, is everything ok? You seem ... anxious, upset, maybe?”I had closed my eyes and focused on trying to make myself come. I. Long slow stroke of my fingers, purposefully avoiding my clit, waiting until I was soaking wet to even insert one finger. But one wasn't enough, I needed more, needed to feel stretched. I jumped to three fingers, loving the way my outer lips strained just a little bit to accomidate the sudden change. I continued reading, continued teasing until I got used to my fingers, but I still craved more, I still hadn't cum. I started to gently tease my clit until I teetered on the very edge bliss...And. . She smiled sweetly and in her mind she knew that it wouldn't be long. He was breaking down, and soon she would have what she had wanted since she first laid eyes on her new father. She and her mother, a younger looking 34 year old woman who worked in a law office, had come to live in this new country with this man four years earlier, her mother marrying a man five years her junior, an American she had met via computer on one of the foreign mail-order bride sites. He had come to the Ukraine. I have had a lot of relationships, some very short and others a bit lengthier, but I guess I never have really met anyone who I felt was perfect for me. It’s good to know that I can still turn some heads, because in the last thirty seconds you have eyeballed me from my forehead down to my toes. “I just love men,” she continued. “They are so obvious and indiscrete!” I must have turned thirty different shades of red, but Helena reassured me. “At my age, I accept any compliments I can get! But, if.