I was only eleven, so I’m sure I will find it much more interesting now.”“Good. We go. Yuri will come with us. We also see Lincoln Memorial and ...ashington Monument.”“Is Yuri your new bodyguard?” I asked.“He is member of security team, but part of diplomatic protection group, not KGB. Usually, I have woman bodyguard, but she is ill today. Colonel Anisimova will escort us to dinner.”“OK,” I agreed.”“She likes you,” Tanya added with a smile.We said goodbye to her mother and then Tanya took my hand. My eyes might not have strayed very far, but my fingers certainly had. While one hand caressed and fondled my breasts, the other had found its way between my legs, between my thighs, between the spread, puffy, slippery lips of my normally shy cunt.An electric jolt surged through me. It may have had been the urgent touch of finger to clit, or it may have been the sight of him unzipping his trousers. Did I care? Hell no! It was the feeling that mattered.My gaze fell. I watched his hand disappear. My fingers sought and found the wetness within the soft springy growth between her legs. When I was ready, and when she was ready, I penetrated her. The way she reacted you would have thought we had invented a brand new experience. The way I felt, it felt like a brand new experience. She gasped; she cried out, she called my name. A life time of need, apparently was being released with every stroke of my cock into her wanton crevasse. We were both at the peak of sexual potency and we were hungry. "Don't fret, darling. You'll understand when you seehow effective these can be."After I stepped into the panties and adjusted them in a futile attemptto conceal every hint of my biologic nature that might show, Motherreassured there was no reason to despair. "You'll learn to create aflawless torso soon enough." Turning my back to the mirror so that Icould study my tush, she smoothed the back of my panties to emphasizethe semicircular seam of the crotch. It was a line that fascinated mewhen.