I thought she might want to leave straight away, but no, she asked for a drink, then spend the next half hour talking to the men, just chatting with m...n who a few moments earlier were inside her vagina. I overheard some of it, with her making up some story about the fact that she’d always wanted to be a stripper since she left school, how she loved exposing her body to strangers (well, that bit was true anyway), and that these days at private strip-shows, the girls expected to be touched, and. Marichka's long legs, fair soft looking skin, and gorgeous long blond hair made her look sexy and quite inviting. In fact, she was actually really hot. No more than a silly fantasy, I thought.Back at the house, I was the first to take a shower. Not a minute went by, and Marichka went in, naked. "What are you doing?" I asked. "I thought I'd join you," she replied with a coy smile. As if it was perfectly natural. Looking at her long legs, skinny feature, small tits with small puffy nipples I was. ‘English eh?” I told her pleasantly. “Ah help please,” she gabbled, heavily accented. “Hospital. husband he is ill, please help.”“Er let me see,” I told her, gesturing towards her car and indicating we should walk there. She hopped about during her walk, after I locked the van, ahead of me letting my eyes roam over her swaying, tightly encased butt and the definite signs of panty seams carved across her cheeks. Another trouser tense, was manageable before we reached the vehicle. With distress. ‘Want to dance?’ he asked Paula. Paula smiled at him and nodded. ‘I’d love to,’ she said. They walked onto the dance floor and Paula came into his arms, her body molding itself against him. Delightful feelings swept through Bobby. This was fantastic. Paula’s soft hair tickled Bobby’s face as she snuggled against him. He couldn’t remember having a more delightful dance partner. Having the lithe, lovely blonde in his arms was a little like being in heaven as far as he was concerned. The dance.