I could tell you wanted to talk to me, but I was being a little petulant and I’m sorry about that. Did you and Claire make up?”“Yeah, we’re go...d. Thanks - great word by the way,” I said giving her a high-five.K left and Claire came over and crawled up on my lap smiling at me and said, “Is she OK?”“Yeah, she’s doing fine - all is well,” I replied.Claire leaned into me and we both fell asleep for a couple of hours.We woke up as the plane was landing at the Novosibirsk International Airport.. It was so swollen I was in actual agony. "Fuck me," she moaned, "please!" "Not yet," I whispered. She was so wet my fingers slipped easily inside. I stroked the velvety flesh and felt her spasm again, her muscles gripping my fingers. At the same time, I rolled the pad of my thumb slowly around her clitoris, not pressing too hard, not touching it directly. She flung her head back and moaned as I plunged three fingers inside, finger-fucking her until the juices trickled down my wrist. As I. Both of us were intrigued as to why he was so keen to talk to us. We engaged in some general chit-chat; asking about his inspiration and his background etc. Frankly, we were just being polite. And, it would appear, so was he. He answered all our questions obligingly and with some effort considering his limited grasp of the English language.Before long he directed the conversation to an area we all seemed to be more comfortable with. He looked at Lyn with considerable interest and asked her,. I caught myself drifting off and staring at her beauty from time to time. I just could not help myself.After a while the Frozen Lolas were affecting me. I had to use the restroom. I excused myself and walked away from the table.The restrooms and phones in Lolas are down a long flight of carpeted stairs. It is very dark with only small light fixtures every six feet or so on the staircase. Loud music blares through wall mounted speakers in the restroom and telephone areas. It is a wonder anyone.