My weight was not a problem for him when he flipped me to my back on the floor then sat up beside me. His fingers went to my sides and he started tic...ling. I tried to fight him off, to pull his hands away but he is bigger and stronger so I could only gasp for breath while trying to wriggle away, laughing and begging him to stop. We wrestled around for a minute or so until he figured I had had enough then let me go. I was on my back panting for air and inwardly happy that I had finally. Kauffman okay with you? I dont know. Ive never tried it. Well, he said, as he poured the smooth, clear liquid into a glass and handing it to her, this is true Russian vodka. The best in the world. Thank you, she said, taking a sip. Wow, this is amazing! I know. He watched her as she drank for a moment, and then he took her hand again. Come, let me give you the tour. Finish your drink first, please. I dont like food and drink outside of the kitchen or dining room. Sure thing, she said,. "Okay. Turn around so I can change."Richard smiled at the irony, but didn't say anything as he turned and looked out of the window. Be good."If you're going to wear that, then I need to put on something nicer," Emily said."Just let me know when it's safe. The view out the window is great," Richard said wryly.There was some rustling of clothes, and whispers and giggles from the girls. Finally, Emily said they were ready.Richard turned around, and stared for a few moments. How did I get so lucky?. She looked at me and giggled. I decided any comment here would be ill-timed, so merely gave a wry smile.She stood up quickly, so quickly, I thought she was offended or scared, but to my relief began undoing her pants.“OK if I’m on top?” she asked, shucking out of her pants.“Only if I’m on the bottom,” I said, in a rare show of well-timed cleverness. I undid my pants and pulled them down. As she already had hers off, she helped pull mine off. I was wearing a sweater, shirt, and undershirt, and.