Zhukov wasn’t quite so adamant. And you know Father Basil’s opinion.”“That it’s traditional, but not theologically supported. So?”“I thi...k I’ll honor the old tradition. There are enough ‘Old Country’ people in church that I don’t want to give offense.”“I’d like to be there, if that’s OK with you.”“Actually, that’s why I’m calling. I’d like you to be Nathaniel’s godfather.”“I’m not Orthodox,” I protested.“I asked Svetlana to be his godmother, and then asked Father Basil about you standing as. My photographer's name was Mason. He was in his early thirties, married with a baby on the way. He had that hipster look, scruffy beard, retro glasses, and shabby-chic clothes. I had already spoken to him on the phone; he seemed like a nice man, if a bit pretentious. I won't go into the boring details of the photo shoots. Really, nothing interesting happened, not that I was expecting another sex session or anything... Okay, well maybe I thought about it a little. Can you blame me? Mason was. Then pacing my one leg above his he opened my legs wider and started fingering me swiftly. He raised my skirt totally to get a full view of my pussy. Soon my lower lips were wet and flowing. As he continued fingering I was controlling hard to keep my screams as silent as possible. We did this for 10 minutes almost and the seat was all wet my discharge was on the seat. I took out tissues that we got from Mc Donald’s and cleaned it as we were about to reach his home.As the auto rickshaw stopped. It flashed through my mind that she pretty much was still a kid. After a few minutes though, she calmed down and began to kiss like an adult. She slid her tongue into my mouth and started to remove my shirt. We have all night, but I need you to fuck me, right now! She said, now moving her hands down to the waistband of my pajama pants. She slipped her hand into my pants and wrapped her hand around my cock. My Goodness! What have we here? She mused Is this for me? I nodded as I pulled her tank.