I then took my turn on the sofa, my sister sat astride my face alowing my tongue full access to her pussy and ass hole, her juices poured down my chin...as Kim mounted my cock, and slid it inside her hot wet pussy. She lowered herself onto my stiff cock and gasped at its hardness inside her, her pussy stretching to accommodate my manhood. My sister guided my tongue to where she wanted attention by moving her hips forward and backwards i could taste her sweet love juice in my mouth and then she. Indeed, it happened to be an old photograph of herself!In fact, Eve still remembered the day and night she first visited Brooklyn quite clearly. She had traveled to Brooklyn by bus in search of her Russian roots. That first night she had trudged through dirty slush and a howling wind to find the Brooklyn Banya.The brass door opened as she approached. A heavily tattooed matron, cigarette dangling from her wide mouth, naked to the waist, invited her in. The cyka blyat took her by the hand and. I could feel the warmth coming from her body as I wrapped my arms around her. Her husband didn't look happy when I glanced his way. I know he wondered why I picked his wife but was too gutless to say anything.I despised men like this who would make fun of their wife, but never stand up for them. She seemed nervous but I told her everything would be fine. After our third song, I walked her back over to her table and thanked her for the wonderful dance.I sat down at my table and listened to him. I smiled and wiggled the bottle then held it out so she could see the label. "How did you know?" she said as she took the lotion from me. "I heard someone say something," I said. "Thanks," she said with a smile. "Uhm, say. Would you mind if I did your back?" I said, using the key phrase. She stopped applying the lotion to her arms, feeling a twinge of excitement from my suggestion. "I guess that would be okay," she said handing me the bottle. I helped her move her stuff so she could stretch out.