Could he be unfaithful to Claire? Would it be unfaithfulness in fact, if it took place in 1928, half a century before Claire was born? Hardly! Althoug... the circumstances were a little unusual, he had to admit."Russ! Could you come in here a minute?" What's the matter?" He went to the kitchen doorway and looked inside."I can't undo this..." She was trying to unhook the waistband of the jeans, twisting from the waist, straining to see. Her task wasn't being made any easier by her having taken her. The two Asian women were quietly working together on a crossword puzzle. The plane droned on, the sound of muffled conversations reaching him without communicating any sense. One of the students triumphantly pounced on the puzzle sheet, and then both of them laughed with relief at a solution. Their shared enthusiasm, especially the sight of them puzzling over the crosswords, led Dean back to his pleasant recollections. ————————————————- MOSCOW IN THE EARLY 1980’s Dean’s lesson began so. He looked, and did nothing. After a minute I reached over and he shook his head no. Ok, I just sat and relaxed, lightly stroking off. He watched as I got harder, but still made no move. I watched as his cock straightened and he slowed his stroking. Then he surprised me as he leaned his leg against mine, and rubbed it a little. I was not going to push on him...hate pushy perverts. But his eyes met mine, looked at his cock, and he slightly nodded. He leaned back taking his hand away and let me. “Oh, yes, yes, yes!”I slammed into her asshole, my pussy clenching on the other end of the dildo as Janet bucked and moaned, cumming beneath me. Her body trembled as the pleasure burned through her. I shuddered, savoring the passion spilling out of her. She moaned out her bliss, cumming so hard.I shivered, burying the toy into her asshole, giving her such pleasure as my pussy drank in the friction of its other end sliding inside of me. My back arched, my breasts bouncing before me. I squeezed.