She picked at strands, rearranging them. After my romp in the back seat of their car, I was probably looking very dishevelled. I also became aware tha... I was now minus my knickers. Without them, I suddenly felt deliciously vulnerable.She seemed thoughtful, said, "Do you mind? I'd like to see your hair down. You have such an abundance." I never know what to do with it, I said. "I'd thought of getting it styled." "No, don't!" She was emphatic. Then more softly, "You mustn't. It's what makes you. He is very possessive about me; he don’t even allow me to go for job because he is feared that guys will come behind me. So please can you help me?I was shocked I was waiting for this moment but not like this. My dream girl will be sleeping before me half naked and I will be touching her body but still I won’t be having sex with me. What a fortune I was shouting at myself. But anyways at least I can see her body abd touch her body right so I told her to get ready. She went inside her bedroom. She opened the door slowly and eased out into the hall, listening intently.The floorboards creaked as she tiptoed down the hallway to the stairs. The air brushing lightly over her moist skin refreshed her senses and she felt her nipples harden. The wanton act of creeping nude through the house added to her piqued lust. She stepped daintily down the stairs, her breasts bounced and swayed freely before her and she made her way quietly to the kitchen. As she passed by the window, the moonlight. If Mischa didn't know better, they could have been sisters."What part of Russia did your parents come from, Irina? Mischa asked, curious."Not sure," she said, dreamily. "Some place South of Moscow, I think." Bryansk, Kaluga, Orel, perhaps?" No, doesn't ring a bell." Tula?" That sounds like it," she said. "Hmm, Tula, yes, I'm sure of it, why?" No reason. Just curious," he told her. He looked at her again, studying her face. There was, he thought, something about her. And the similarity between.