We discussed her recent divorce and how her workaholic husbands use to finish his days partying with younger woman and his obsession with “drink”....(A typical Russian man)After a little more talk Irina paid me a few compliments saying I did not look my age and that I had a great facial profile, I said thanks and why don’t you draw me my portrait. With that she said “ok” told me to sit still on the kitchen stool and grabbed her drawing pad and pencils. She scribbled away for about 45 minutes and. I felt my guts constrict in anticipation then relax, and then Lucy piled on the sensation overload by sliding a finger, or maybe two, into my well lubricated arsehole. I jerked spastically as her tongue stabbed once more into my cunt and felt my body go into that peculiar type of free-fall as my orgasm arrived with the speed of a runaway train. I like Georgia only minutes previously slammed my cunt against the invading tongue mashing my pubic bone hard against Lucy’s face. She stepped up her. "Peter reluctantly agreed and I drove him to the local sex shop. I made him reapply his lip gloss at a stop light and watched as several construction workers looked curiously at him. It was SUCH a turn on!!!I led Peter by the hand around the sex shop and picked out a large black strap on dildo. Peter paid for it and as we drove home I made Peter unwrap it and place it between my legs as I drove. I began to stroke it and then forced his head down to suck on it like he was giving me a blow job. I. George figured it was because of all the bright neon lighting advertising BUD, MILLER and RED DOG that attracted his attention.In this neighborhood the bar was more than likely Gay, but even if it wasn’t George figured he could just go in, have a drink or two and then go home and sleep. He had worked late at the office, just catching up on unimportant stuff that he had let slide, because he didn’t want to go home to an empty house. His lover, Mattheau was out of town on business and was.