They met me with roaming hands, groping and fondling my every part.We made our way to the blanket and Addie fell onto her back, legs open wide. Maggi... laid beside her, rubbing her tits as they kissed. I slide my way up Addie's legs as my arms went underneath her thighs, lifting her hips upward to meet my long, slithering tongue. Addie squealed as my tongue split her wet lips. Her back arched skyward as I drove my tongue as deep in that hot cunt as I could. She grabbed my head with both. There on the top were two British five pound notes, the preferred currency of the black market. For a moment Andropov was tempted, this year the winter was harsh even for Moscow and the cost of fuel was impossible for a normal man to meet, and yet the Commissar had been a personal friend of Lenin, and while his power was on the wane, he could still make life hell for the young KGB man.Andropov pocketed the money. Peter grinned. ?I take it that *those* papers were in order,? the young German. Vegamaaga oopathai vida ithu pondru porumaiyaga oothal pengal pundaiyil seikiramaaga vinthu vanthu vidum. Aval kuthiyl muthal murai vinthu varum varai porumaiyaaga oothen.Muthal murai aval pundaiyil vinthu varum pozhuthe en soothil kai vaithu sunniyai aazhamaga irakikondaal. Muthal murai vinthu oopathai niruthi vitu kuthiyil mendum konja neram naaku poten. Aval pundai vinthu sugam suvaiyaaga irunthathu athai suvaithu vitu mendum en sunniyai pundaikul vitu matter poda aarambithen.Naan oopathil. That old rich guy with the doomyflatchie gave him abrand new factory reconditioned body with one doozey of a catch. TraceWillard, hair, brown, eyes, amber, rank, Sergeant First Class,birthplace, Dallas Texas..Sex, femaleIt was a girl.It pisses sitting down.It would take forever in the bathroom.It would like chick flicks and soap operas and frilly things to wear.Trace Willard, Tracey Willard the girley-girl.These were all of the thoughts that raced through his head, his? HIS?That was a good.