I smiled and ask if I could stay the night. He told me I could and started cleaning the dried cum on my pussy making me flinch and moan from the pain ...n my extremely tender pussy. He smiled and ask if it was sore and tender. I smiled and nodded yes. I then told him I had never been fisted before and that it was an incredible feeling. He told me to call my friend to let her know that I am still alive and safe as he went to prepare the shower for me. I called Mandy and told her that I was. I smiled to him once as our eyes met. His features were obviously Slavic and I was instantly enticed. To some French is a turn on. In my case, to hear a man speak Russian or Estonian, even three seats away in a subway train, sends shivers all over my skin. If one were to speak to me directly, the tremors would be inside me, originating from where I wanted him to be inside me. A mere accent has the same effect. I’ve always had Slavic classmates. Yet this fascination has never faded and these men. Ess,” she hesitated.“But he didn’t want a child?” I ventured.“It’s not like that,” Emily continued. “Dad doesn’t really understand how strongly I feel about him. I don’t think he realises the depth of what’s happening between us. He feels guilty even after all these years and not just about the sex; he thinks he’s ruining my life. He thinks I should find someone more my own age, fall in love with him and leave Dad on his own. He’s told me as much.”“Isn’t that just a clever way of putting. Ever since majoring in English and first reading Kerouac’s ‘On the Road’, she’s loved all forms of literature about traveling across the States. Many times she and I had discussed taking the ‘great American road trip’, but time and family pressures had prevented us from ever fulfilling Jill’s dream.But as she talked about the trip that was needed, crisscrossing across the country, she told me she planned to keep a journal and I could almost smell her excitement and anticipation. How could I say.