Smitha was one of them. She had one of those faces which could give you a massive erection by just looking at her. Everyone in the office used to star... at her whenever she walked past.One fine day, she was trying to operate an instrument and the team leader walked in and asked me to help her. So we started talking about work and how it was in the new city and this went on for a while. Then whenever we met, we used to talk for a while and then the texting started and we used to text past. We got dressed and stepped out again into the crisp cold air and walked around Volga till the bridge up ahead and turned around and then walked up till Molly Gwynne’s which was bustling with Friday night revelers. I looked at the men there and pitied them for they could not imagine the pleasure I was getting; they were the unlucky souls who just had to settle for the mundane drinks with average Russian women in a usual city pub, and feel contented with it. My thoughts veered to Marina’s. There was no choice. But the sun was sinking rapidly. Their flight through the battle zone had taken many hours. It had been a mixture of mad dashes across fields and across overturned earth, interspersed by periods of playing dead which although it had hindered their progress, had at least provided them with some opportunity to recoup their strength before their next mad dash. Behind them stretched the barren, corpse-ridden fields of Buggery. Ahead lay the mysterious but not exactly inviting. She then smiled at me and said how sorry she was for thinking like she did. “ Your a very sweet young man, I had No idear that she would have done what she did with you!” I replyed , “ Do you mean Fuck me?” she looked embarrassed as she said, “yes I suppose that’s what she did, fucked you!” Hearing these words from her lips was a turn on, I then looked at her and said, “well some married ladies do enjoy another cock if there husbands don’t give them what they want. With that she grabbed me and.