"Hey." You smile and it comes out a little more lascivious than you intend but Sam just grins back and digs the heel of her socked foot into your thig...."What's up Cupcake?" Sam asks and you two haven't talked about what happened in the school bathroom a week ago but she kissed you two days ago in the studio and its confusing.Almost as confusing as the way your eyes keep falling on the fly of her pants."Nothing." you whisper but your thoughts must be showing on your face because she gestures for. I always wore my panties outside my tights as I think it looks prettier. I could feel my panties getting wet and he could too. He took a finger wet with my juices and used it on my nipples which were now all slippery. I was in heaven but eventually found the will-power to push him away with a farewell kiss and ran into my house.Two days later Bobbie rang up for a second date. When the night arrived I decided to wear a garter belt instead of tights and my prettiest silky panties together with. At first I was a little startled that she actually went through with it, however, I was really turned on. For the next few months, my wife would on occassions continue to arrive home in the early hours, having been fulfilled by other men. My wife did not want anyone to know about our secret arrangement, and the other proviso was that I could not do the same with other women! - I agreed, provided my wife continued to satisfy me when the need arose. Then last New Year's eve, we were invited to a. I was something they were unused to dealing with ... a pregnant foreigner. They ‘expedited’ my escape.“Da. You can go.”Cyn was willing to take me to the field to the west ... still a military installation ... they weren’t willing. RostAero is east in Rostov ... and I could go there. I and my wallet would be greeted with open arms. With open palms. But it was the bus ... Cyn wasn’t thrilled. I was dumped. At the airport I was told I could fly from there ... to Moscow ... or Volgograd ... or damn.