He had served in a Spetsnaz unit under the control of the Russian military intelligence service GRU. He was the Russian equivalent of an American Army...Ranger. He was tough, knew how to fight, and could accept incredible punishment.His training didn’t matter. From the moment that he made his first move, he knew that he was outclassed. His hand hadn’t completed more than half of the distance to her when the bones of his forearm snapped and he felt the jagged pain shoot up his arm. It was repeated. Now with it at my nose, Avery’s scent really had me ready, my boner was in my other hand pumping. I dropped the bra and examined the thong. The crotch was coated with white crusty substance. As an expert of schoolyard sexual gossip I assumed it was dried pussy juice. Smelling them, it had an intoxicating pungent odor, it was exhilarating. Holding the thong close to my nose while pumping John Thomas, my climax was one of the best ever. My sperm squirted into the bowl. Now done and feeling much. She replied that she did not want to spoil her married life. She was not sure whether the person with whom she may have some dalliance would keep it as a secret. So though she craved for sexual pleasure she could not satisfy it. The drinks had taken its effect on both of us. Gathering courage, I just remarked that I can satisfy her and assured that it will remain a secret. I told her I will never reveal it to anybody. She laughed casually and asked me whether I was kidding. I told her I was. " Anna closed the door quietly and finished drying herself.I went downstairs. "Anything else while I'm on a roll?"Elsie suddenly looked like her daughter and I had a vision of the beautiful woman Anna would likely grow into. Not a stunner but certainly someone granted a MILF rating by her children's male friends.Maybe Anna's provocation had made me horny but it was more fun to think of the woman sitting in front of me as Elsie rather than Ma or Mrs. Jamieson.Elsie's face looked puzzled and I.