“Shoes, skirt and top, off. Now.” He stood and stroked himself as she undid her white shirt, revealing a purple, lace trimmed bra. She kicked off ...er black heels and tugged her skirt down over her knees, without getting up, and knelt wearing her knee-high socks, bra and mismatched girl boxers. He grinned. Usually she would dress for the occasion, but today he had her by surprise. This was the real Alexandra, and he was turned on just as much. “Up on the box, on your front.” She snaked forward,. It is difficult to imagine why anyone would want to write in hard copy. So the author of the thesis may have a copy they could send by email — or you could always ask permission to read it in the library in Moscow and visit in person, I suppose?"?Ah ... Moscow is not terribly convenient if you live in London. I see that the article gives an address for correspondence so perhaps I can email the senior author and ask if they could forward my email to Dr Kuznetsova? Anyway, thank you once again. She reaches into her waistband and adjusts it just so. Boom, the whole little bald pussy is staring at me. I can see it weeping moisture. So close yet so far. I want to believe I can smell her little cunt from my seat. She has one of those long and thin pussies, the kind with very little meat on the lips. Hairless and white, the little clit tip is protruding a good inch. Oh, my aching cock. If I sat up and reached out I could touch her little cunt. Bet we're only four feet away from each other.. ”“I know but it might change things if I told you that I think I know who she's having the affair with.”While I was waiting for an answer I decided to see if I could see what Geoff was doing on the computer. I walked as quietly as I could through the house but as I walked through the office door it made a noise and Geoff frantically began shutting pages down on the computer. It was actually quite comical and I couldn't resist making things a little more uncomfortable for him.I walked right up.