.I started sucking them over the bra… While doing that i slowly pushed my hand in her pants…She tried to take them out…I then kissed her boobs a...d tore up her bra….I saw big pink erect nipples in front of my eyes…I started licking them….N removed her pants …She was wearing a pink color panty with flowers printed on it .I went down n saw that she was wet!!! I loved the smell of her pussy i kissed her pussy over her panty! I couldnt control n took off her panty she was pressing her boobs. It hit her clit driving her even closer to a climax. Lowering his body he stabbed again; this time she felt his hardness separate her love flower's soft petals. It went in slowly and she let out a gasp-moan as it entered. He continued sliding his shaft in deeper. When he was about half way she couldn't take it anymore and humped back forcing her velvet wetness to envelop more of him. Soon he was in all the way. Reaching around him she hugged him to her as she pushed against that wonderful hard. “It’s wonderful John. A truly spectacular wine; if Napoleon had brought wine instead of cannons I’m sure he could have had Russia gladly capitulate.” John laughed at his friend’s joke and smiled. John was gratified his small contribution to the dinner had been appreciated. John noted that Kirill had called his daughter “Sasha” so he realized this was her diminutive name, the one people close to her would call her. John softly said “Sasha” to himself in his brain over and over thrilling himself. Angie was a surgery nurse and restricted her sexual activity to four times a year when she attended professional development weekends. There was another nurse, Sandra, Angies long-distant lover who also attended these sessions. They would share a room and each evening together was filled with non-stop love-making. The next day they put on the guise of being nothing more than colleagues. Sandra was married, with two teen daughters of her own: Catherine who was 18 and Stephanie who was 16..