Our adoptive parents are Russian immigrants so we spoke Vietnamese, then learned English and Russian while growing up. Most of this dates back to us a... teenagers. I was nineteen and a sophomore in college with a double major in chemistry and computer sciences. My sister, Svetlana, was a honor roll student in high school. Of course, Svetlana and I are very close.Now we are old enough to understand what it means to be swingers. Our parents have been into that lifestyle for as long as we've been. She dried herself and slowly dressed. With each item of clothing she kept saying to herself , ‘I‘m not going to do anything with him. I’m not, really!’ But deep down inside she knew that it was a lie. She wanted him to do things with her. She wanted him to kiss her; she wanted him to feel her; she wanted his hands all over her body; she wanted him to strip her. She wanted him. She wanted him to take her; she wanted him to take her with his tongue and then take her with his manhood. She was a. As her face neared mine I was suddenly intoxicated by the scent of her freshly showered skin and her light delicate perfume. Almost entranced, I motioned toward the door. She turned to lead me into the house and as she spun around the chiffon dress swayed and skated over perfect ass making my heart start beating faster and stiffening my cock once again. As I followed her toward the kitchen, the sunlight from the kitchen window made the dress completely transparent and suddenly it was as if she. ‘You’ve changed my locks and the ignition switch…his keys wouldn’t work any more. Besides, I’m always locked up in your garage…he wouldn’t even be able to get to me to try his keys!’ Charles chuckled. ‘You know…we’re really driving this ‘used car’ metaphor to an extreme!’ Diana groaned and then laughed. He chuckled again. ‘Sorry…that was really bad, but I couldn’t resist!’ They both laughed softly as they rolled out of bed and started getting ready to go to work. That evening, they had dinner.