Without them he would have probably appeared rather boyish. Particularly with the smirk he was currently wearing on his thin mouth. Almost all his fea...ures were average: straight nose, skin neither pale nor tan, hair dark brown, not far from black. But his eyes were a shocking blue and framed as they were with his dark lashes they appeared rather eerie. And familiar… ‘Hi. Is there anything I can help you with?’ She bent her head back to ask her question and noticed his height as well. ‘Yes, I’m. ”“And if you can’t know for sure about yourself, then how could you judge another?”“Sorry, Vladyka, it wasn’t about judging.”“You’re worried about your friend for some reason?”I nodded, “She views faith and culture as indivisibly intermixed.”“I think your perspective has been formed by living in a pluralistic society, Mischa. In Russia, before the Communists, to be Russian meant to be Orthodox. One could not TRULY be Russian without being Orthodox. And, as an aside, that was part of the problem. Fuck!,” Coral whispered to the writhing figure. “I am going to fuck you so much. I WANT to fuck you so much!”Anabelle writhed as the finger plunged in and out lifting her to a plane she hadn’t reached for a long while. The pleasure of an orgasm stimulated by a lover rather than by yourself. The thrill of being used. The excitement of the illicitness. She was the teacher for God’s sake and it was her pupil who was lifting her to a plane of pleasure she’d not reached for many years.She. You can tell immediately that I am not alone."Do you see what I mean? Doesn't she have terrific tits? And look at that pussy, so wet."Who am I talking to? You can hear what sounds like kissing. Yes, definitely, kissing. And small moans."God yes, such a wet little pussy. Do I get to play with her?" A woman's voice. One that seems familiar."Only if you're a good girl. I'm really going to enjoy fucking you. Tell her how you want me to fuck you." God, I want it everywhere. I want it hard, I want it.