Milena followed me out of the classroom.“So?” she smirked.“What?” I asked.“How big is YOURS?” she teased.I chuckled, “«Это госу�...арственная тайна, товарищ»!”“«Ты говоришь по-русски?»”“I guess you do, too,” I answered in English. “My mom is Russian, and I attend a Russian church. Where did you learn?”“Growing up in Czechoslovakia it was the best option for a foreign language besides English.”“That makes sense, given the situation in Eastern Europe.”“So?” she asked with an arched. I could tell by the way the way that her delicious pussy was virtually gushing onto my outstretched tongue, that she was already amazingly turned on. It wasn’t going to take much for those orgasms to start. “You know” She said laughing and addressing Ash now. “I haven’t had anyone other than Matt here for almost three years, so you might need to go easy at first”I ignored my wife’s obvious mistake with the maths (we’d been married nine years and together for almost 12) and didn’t interrupt. I. .. !" the excited watchers encouraged."Get her down, Beth... ! Take her to the floor!" other's insisted.The struggle between the two struggling females grew in intensity. Suddenly, the wildest hair pulling battle imaginable exploded. Each woman now locked her delicate fingers into the other wife's hair and sought a hold on the roots.The room began to fill with cries of encouragement from the watching couples, and quickly elevated to a fever pitch.The petite little blonde wife, Aimee, locked her. Even the old bill did not bother coming here often. As soon as they left their car and started a walking patrol the yobs would strike and start nicking everything off the car. From the wheels to the lights on the roof, nothing was safe. They could not afford to lose anymore cop cars so they just left the estate alone, which made the club an ideal place to meet up again.Hardly used now, the Curzon was a shabby old club. The main hall with its wooden stage and torn velvet curtains was closed off.