”“I don’t need these complications. The political situation at home since Stalin’s death is ... uncertain. Beria, Molotov, Malenkov...” He g...anced at me for a second, trying to guess what I really was. “ ... and your ... patron, Khrushchev. They are all jockeying to come out on top. Malenkov is a puppet and he and Molotov are supporting Beria for now for some reason, but I doubt that will last.”“I’d think you would be used to the complications and confusion with your job.”“I’ve never gotten. Wanting to please her fully, he slipped her panties to the floor, showing her beautiful mound in all of its glory.He kissed her outer lips with extra care, and listened for a sign that she wanted more. She fervently replied with a soft whimper. He opened her lips with his tongue, tasting her sweet juices. He licked her clit for a while and started to feel her thrust her hips back and forth. Taking a single finger, he slid into her. She wanted more, he could tell. He took a second finger,. I never thought that I had a spectacularly body but I wasn't an old slouch either. My legs weren't as long as Denise's and I sure didn't have her ass but I was five-six and a slim hundred and nineteen with a 34c bust and not a lot of sag either! I unsnapped my bra and let it slip down my shoulders and off. I rubbed my breasts from the places my bra straps cinched too tight. I noticed that Denise seemed to be staring at my breasts, and then she just blurted out."Jesus mom, you have great. How about it?”I have to say I was guilty: I reacted as a male. I wanted just to be in her presence, to spend time with her any way I could. Look, I was 27 years old! For that fleeting moment all thoughts of Penny disappeared. In common with every male, single, married or engaged, I was in brain-locked lust with Colette and her fabulous face, body and thigh. The next moment I felt really guilty for forgetting Penny, and stayed guilty.“Thank you, I’d love to.” See? Guilty!At that moment Kieran.