We’d called before coming and it had been Lana who had in the end made the call. We would be there early Friday evening. I had asked Lana to make th... case that she and I would be more comfortable staying at a motel, but evidently Abigail almost had a fit putting that idea out to pasture. We’d be spending the night in the Cord guest house. I’d been on the point of arguing the point, but Lana had accepted the offer without even looking at me or asking my opinion on the matter.The guest house, the. Soon they heard the front of the house open. They heard the sound of feet running across the gravel in the front drive, then barking and screaming as a car started up, then glass break and then the car peeled out of the drive. They still dared not move. They heard the car drive off in the distance, when they heard tires squealing on the pavement in the distance as the car careened of the road, and the sound of the car as it hit something. Both girls trembled if fear wondering what was going. And if you look over there, you can see lacquer boxes, which are another traditional Russian thing. Some of those will be very expensive, but some will be affordable.”“Let’s look at those,” she said.We walked over to them.“Some of these look like the paintings in the churches.”“The icons, yes. Technically, icons are not ‘painted’ but ‘written’ because they convey a story or message. I think they’re special, though I wouldn’t argue that secular art can’t have similar emotional and spiritual. Boondox's song We All Fall started to play. "I want you to fuck me and fuck me hard. Make me ragged, make me cum harder then you just did, milk yourself dry. FUCK ME BABY!" I liked seeing the passion she had. I turned her onto her knees and smacked her ass hard enough to leave a red mark. She let out a moan and wiggled her ass at me. I lined myslef up with her pussy then shoved all the way inside her, shattering her hymen. She let out a scream and I held her by her hips, letting her get used to.