"I want to see you swallow his doggie cum. Oh God, I can't wait to get that talented mouth on my cunt, sucking my clit and drinking my girlie juice. O... FUCK ... I'M FUCKING CUMMINNNNGGGG" Dr Joyce screamed as her ass thrashed madly in the air and both hands continued to fuck their fingers into her. "Oh God ... I'm cumming and I can't stop ... oh God it feels so good. Yes, swallow that shit bitch" she told Sung Hi as she saw the girl swallowing. "Don't spill a drop ... drink it all" Sung Hi. She got out of a car which somehow looked familiar. I blinked my eyes a couple of times and finally realized where I had seen her and the car before: She was the drunken chick from last night who damn near ran me over. It took me a bit to recognize her because she looked totally different. Instead of looking like a cheap-assed whore in a dress that was too tight and too short. She looked like the girl next door who wore traditional Russian clothing for this area in Russia1.1Russia spans nine. Whatever she’d been stewing about seemed, at first, to be behind her, and they animatedly discussed their date and its orgiastic aftermath while he made dinner. But she dismissed his invitation to talk about the wine he’d opened, said nothing (positive or negative) about the veal braciolone (about which he was rather proud), and fell back into silence as they cleaned. Dropping the last few utensils into the dishwasher, he turned to see her standing with her arms folded across her chest, staring. Then she looked back at me and giggled. Flipping up her skirt at me again, she then focused completely on her instruction sheet. Again, with that big shit-eating grin. She had me with my tongue hanging out and she knew it! "It's a rallye, not a race," I said."--Turn here," she said suddenly. I couldn't slow down enough to turn in time, so I slammed on the disk brakes and slid to a stop 50 feet too late. I put it in reverse and backed up. Good thing we were out in the country. No cars.