Swati: Oh Nayan, as I am talking to you. I am dreaming of my son’s dick. He is standing in front of me, nagda (naked), and I can smell the aroma of ...is dick.Me: Then what are you waiting for, Swati? Take that dick, and lick that meat nice.She took my dick in her mouth as she was fingering herself below. I held the back of the couch and moved my dick back and forth. She was gagging as the saliva from her mouth started flowing out.Swati: Aaahh! (speaking as she sucked)Me: I don’t understand a. ..did youpick it out? I see it is padded a little. With your natural A cups the bra'spadding I would get you will top out a small B cup....perfect for a girl yourage. Let me help you....Oh I see you don't need much help. Yes, that bra fitsyou perfect....Miss Susan knows her bras. Now you look like a big girl withthe beginning of a big girl bosom," His blush continued unabated."Okay, I see they have a dress in here on the hangers inside the clothesbag. I thought you would have a skirt and blouse. Only he was called Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov at the time and his main claim to fame was that his elder brother had been executed as a terrorist. This is my moon-mate ... and also my stepdaughter. Tatiana Komarova. Long story on that, but suffice it to say that I didn’t leave Russia until 1917.“When I heard that little Vladimir Ilyich was in charge, I knew two things: he was unstoppable and he was trouble. I already had served my time in the Tsar’s army, but Lenin was different. I knew him too. My husband winked at me and I knew he wanted me to do something erotic. I excused myself saying my dinner clothes were uncomfortable and went to the bathroom after grabbing my husbands favorite T-shirt which was somewhat short and had the open sleeves allowing anyone to peek at my breasts. Our guest almost gasped when I walked out past them and sat back on a small sofa in the room. We had found out he was married but hadn't been home in two weeks and I figured he needed to see a woman half.