They would stroll home, tipsy, in the wee hours and never feel anything but completely safe. There was simply no street crime in Leningrad at any time...of the day or night.And Benin discovered John was an accomplished arm wrestler. Arm wrestling was something of an amateur sport among Russian men. Benin found spontaneous matches could occur at any time in the clubs and bars. They'd soon attract a crowd who'd bet on the contestants enthusiastically. At these matches, Benin had watched her lover. I was a stranger. She shouldn't be talking to me. I should probably leave. "I'm just going to clean up here and head back home. I can finish up later when your mother's home."I straightened up my clothing a bit, wiping my hands on my pants. "I'm Alex Reed. I live across the alley," I explained, pointing down a few houses.She nodded.She reminded me so much of my own daughter, right around that age. Her hair was the same length, blonde, but not quite as light as Allora's.Allora. My perfect little. They'd already spoken by phone and video chat, but that hadn't been the same.We'd proposed during these calls that she should sleep with whichever boy she had better rapport with, or not at all if they didn't click. So far, it looked like Thomas was the better match; they were both quite shy and they'd bonded over that.Because our group members were accustomed to seeing each other naked, the boys and I slowly laid out our towels and began to strip and kiss without thinking, but Fiona was. Jon and Winston then pressed their warm, smooth erections against the wet soles of my feet while Devin finally took my clit into his mouth. My head jerked upwards and side-to-side as I climaxed like a madwoman, rubbing my face hard into the folds of Maya's cunt, which couldn’t muffle my repeated cries of ecstasy. Getting her musky juices smeared all over my face definitely added to my pleasure; and I didn't give a damn about what my makeup probably looked like!Maya asked Winston to stand on the.