“When I was twelve I used a particularly vulgar Russian phrase. It was all in jest with my friend Dale. Unfortunately, my mom heard it. The punishme...t was swift and severe. I had my mouth washed out with Ivory soap. I can still taste it! From that point on, I never said THAT phrase again.”“Do you mind if I ask?”“Russian or English?” I grinned.“Learning Russian is on my list of things to do, right after a sex-change operation,” Doctor Hart deadpanned.“Who knew?” I smirked.“English, please,” he. She closed her eyes and tried to keep from choking. Suddenly, as she felt the heated tube of flesh throbbing like a second heart between her ovalled lips, saliva filled her mouth. She hollowed her cheeks around its thick shaft and made a tentative little up and down movement with her head."Oh God, your mouth is like fire," she heard him murmur as he began a slow rhythmic undulation of his hips up into her face. "Tighten your lips and suck harder," he hissed from below, his voice hoarse with. Nikita I see only at Saturdays now at my shop around the corner, so we chat less than for some years.Her hobby is horse riding. She had her own. Once she invited me to watch her riding in her meadow.It was full moon in the midst of summer. Nikita was without her jodpurs that night, needed no saddle.She gladly notices my excitement. She asks me to drop my pants climb the fence mount right behind her.She bends forwards grabs the manes of her mare, which walks at foot pace. I hold her hips for my. He picked an Italian place and I dressed for dinner. I wore a little black dress cut low in the front and one that clung to my body. I wore my long hair down and put on a little makeup. I wore the highest heels I had ever owned. When I came out of the bathroom my Dad stared."You look ... Amazing Emily."We went to dinner and instead of a father and daughter we let them think we were a couple. I sat next to him instead of across from him and I made sure my legs touched his thigh. I leaned close.