In any event, he went on about you for quite some time earlier. He seems very taken.”Alexandra then leaned over and her voice became a little more s...rious.“Just be careful you keep your eyes open wider than your heart,” she said. “Goodnight, Natasha, and again, good job.”Alexandra had just walked off when this time a familiar voice began speaking to her. She turned to see Borya moving thru the crowd, approaching her.“I hope she isn’t filling your head with terrible stories about me,” Borya. Without wasting any time I took her in my arms and started kissing on her lips. She responded well. She took my hand and placed it on her Brest. I started squeezing them. Then I kissed her on her neck and slowly came down to her boobs. I removed all her buttons and removed her bra also. Two big melons were in front of me. Her nipples were pink in color. I placed my mouth and sucked them. She asked me to bite those erected nipples. I obeyed her orders and did the same. She was making sounds like. Nearby, a middle-aged Robin Hood, clad in green tights with a jeweled dagger in his belt, was pouring himself a stiff Scotch. At his side stood Maid Marian, in matching Lincoln Green, with a tiny bow and a clutch of toy arrows slung over her shoulder. Marian’s slender fingers furtively played across Robin’s tightly packed buns, then dove down to his suddenly stiff package, just to let him know she was not letting him stray too far. A leggy Parisian courtesan with bulls-eyes painted on her. I looked at her, startled that she would suddenly touch me in such a seemingly intimate way, but she was facing away, involved with Irene and Charlie, not even looking at me. I realized that for Karen, who was undoubtedly very accustomed to touching men in ways far more intimate than the way she was touching me, her hand on my thigh was probably just a convenient place to rest her hand – she was probably not even aware she was doing it! For me, though…well, it felt like electric sparks were.