“The usual suspects; Francesca, of course, Peter, Kristin, and Steve’s other kids. Kathy was just here to get Kristin. She said to say ‘hello’... Also, a courier dropped off a package that has Russian writing all over it.”“I’m sure that’s something from Tanya, Dmitry, and Larisa,” I said.“Russia! I want to go!” Jesse said.“Me too, kiddo,” I agreed. “Me too!”February 25, 1989, Chicago, IllinoisEveryone was gathering in the house for Guys’ Night and Girls’ Night Out, when Nick and Bethany arrived. . Oh, it's stretching me... so wide... oh God, it hurts!" Lydia moved, very carefully but determinedly, downward onto his thick shaft. She held her breath as she lowered herself onto his cock, impaling herself on his hardness. After a few halted attempts, she was able to settle down on his hips, the full eight inches of cock shoved almost painfully up her rectum. She moaned out her satisfaction as she sat down on his lap. "Ohh God, your cock feels so good spreading open my asshole..." Fully. But imagine, what could be more hot than a sexy woman, photographing all day long other hotties, and her being frustrated because she is still fighting with her real sexual desires, torturing herself everyday, thinking about nothing else but getting her tits and pussy licked by one of those women she photographs, or doing this to them.Maybe she has a boyfriend (she doesn`t give me the “married woman” feel, but who knows?...) that`s desperately in love with her. She really loves and cares about. I was still rather shell-shocked myself at what had just happened, and I stared at the closed door feeling a rather intense sense of dread. Dawn waited for me expectantly, but all I could mutter in response was, "Ah, hell."My shock wore off pretty quickly, burned away by a driving sense of urgency. I had to get to the girls and explain before something terrible happened. I remembered my own teenage years, and they were often filled with gross overreactions and boneheaded decision making. And.