Olya - Olka - Olga was the eldest. Some years younger than me. Her noticeable features brown eyes, great figure, and a smile like her mom's. Marichka ...Or Marina) was younger, and she changed a lot since we last met. Still petite, she was changing from the tomboy who always wanted to play catch with me, into a stunning young lady, who I expected was the focus of all the local boys' attention. With long blonde hair and a tiny nose and mouth that looked too perfect to be real. The youngest sister,. He knows it’s my weak point in my neck. He tests it, I gasp and moan loudly. I feel his smirk against my skin, his efforts double, attacking the sensitive skin with a gusto. Biting, nipping, sucking, anything to make me moan and whimper under his efforts. ‘Baby, are you sure? We can wait. Even though you know me and know I can’t wait to be deep inside you, claiming you as mine,’ his voice quivers with desire and longing. I nod.’Yes, I want this. Us, bonded physically. Feeling a piece of you. Aren’t you” Mary Beth softly replied “yes” Bruno walked up to Michelle and she was trembling. He grabbed her by the back of the neck and did the same thing. Michelle said “yes” Bruno replied “yes what?” Michelle said “I’m your whore”Bruno looked at me smiled ear to ear and said “ your gonna have a good time.” He then left and slammed the door hard.The exstacy was strange. I did it once before and it did not feel like this. I felt floaty and detached, aware of what was going but kinda. . .With every ounce of reserve that I could muster I forced myself to maintain my friendship with the lady who so sorely troubled me. By evening we were back on close, friendly terms and I worked to keep it that way for the rest of the school year. It was Saturday morning in February and Bambi was ironing clothes as was her routine. What was not routine was that she was wearing one of my long shirts and panties as she worked. When she turned and bent to retrieve another article from the laundry.