"So you said you wouldtell me everything, do that now." Kiss me first," she said.She made a pot of tea. It was a Russian thing, but only one of a few...ustoms that she had adopted. The truth is that Jana only knew sixwords in Russian. When she had been introduced to Russians since shegot back to America she had always said: "Here I speak only English."Madame Gabanova had coached them in a Russian accent, but Jana had madea point of losing that as quickly as possible. John had thought. Amber, he . . . didn’t make it.’Matthew had tears running down his cheeks as he finished the story and Amber sat there utterly dumbfounded, speechless and in shock.He then asked where he could find the kids to tell them and Amber managed a to stifle a sob long enough to ask him to wait outside for a couple of minutes and they would go together.Soon they were sitting on a bench outside one of the last classroom auditoriums, where the kids were writing their exams with Amber quietly sobbing on. On the Saturday night, which was quite warm, we were all naked after a good meal and a lot of wine. I sat on the other side of the room while they played with each other standing up kissing and fondling each other. Sheila was caressing his cock with her hand while he played with her nipples and fingered her shaved cunt. Sheila sat on the settee and ran the tip of her tongue up and down his rock hard shaft then took his knob in her mouth and massaged it expertly with her tongue. A minor doubt. “Please Emma, please make me cum!” whimpers Megan, her swollen pussy lips being licked as Emma teasingly and momentarily increases her fisting before slowing down again. Slowly speeding up, Emma’s hand slides in and out of Megan’s swollen pussy; her other hand working her clit: Megan begs and pleads for more, her pussy desperate to cum and her legs giving way beneath her. Emma cruelly waits a few more moments before speeding up, quickly bringing the poor girl to the verge of orgasm again,.