"That's not how a good Russian drinks his vodka," then he emptied the glass in one gulp. "Go ahead and try it." I did it in two gulps. Sergey poured t...o more glasses."I'm not Russian, sir, but thank you. One is good enough for me." Call me, Sergey. There is no need to be formal for this occasion."What occasion is this, Sergey?" In a few minutes, we'll discuss that in the bedroom. Maybe you would prefer some wine. I have some fine wine."Maybe it was the vodka or the twinkle in his forty-year-old. In fact, I felt wonderful. I was actually having sex with a guy that really cared about me. He put his hands on my wrists, and held me down as he kept thrusting his cock in and out of me. I was enjoying it quite a bit. By then, it was more than me just giving him a birthday present. I wanted him.“Fuck, Adam, yes, shove that cock that inside me. Further, Adam! Show me the way you really feel about me, and pound me harder,” I yelled.He put about a foot between us, and he started pounding me hard.. She was stroking her hand lightly across my face while we played with each others tongues. I could feel her heartbeat against my chest and I'm sure she could feel mine. "Relax," she said "he won't be home until the morning." Our kisses became more intense. It was obvious that she wanted to be in control but, I knew that at some point I would take over. She pulled her shirt over her head and let loose those two wonderful white globes. I immediately latched my mouth onto them like a baby after. He quickly learnt that Becca did too and became slightly more approachable. They worked well together and Giselle was pleased with them. She did notice the lack of friendship. She spoke to each of them separately. Christopher responded by being flirtatious which did nothing for Becca. She tried to laugh and joke with him but decided he had no sense of humour.They went to Blackpool and managed second place. The judges congratulated them on their technique, their choreography and their musicality.