”“But Christian Easter is not until 18th!”I remembered from the book I’d read that the dates of Easter and Orthodox ‘Pascha’ diverged most...of the time.“I think they are on different dates for Roman Catholics and Russian Orthodox, so I think that we are both correct.”“I do not know this. But is good weekend. You fly to Washington Thursday and go home Sunday?”“I’ll make the flight reservations,” I said.“Good. Will be nice to see you, Stepa.”“And you too, Tanya.”“«Спокойной ночи. Я люблю тебя»,”. I am a little sensitive about by boobs, they are nice and pert, but I only wear an “A” cup. As he reached for my shirt I said “bottoms.” Slowly he slid them off and whistled in appreciation at my blue/white string bikini briefs.The game progressed. Chas lost to me and I took off his shorts. “Briefs?” Commented Jane at Chas’s choice of underwear. “I like them better then boxers” he replied.Jane lost again to her husband Brad. “Bra or panties hun?” He asked. The look she gave him said it all. He. Finally, as she perched on the edge, she squealed, "I'm ... Oh god yes, I'm coming!" She gyrated her hips and haltingly rubbed her clit as the initial spasms of ecstasy rocked her, drawing out yelps and gasps.Adam grabbed her legs and bucked his hips to thrust into her quivering pussy as she spiraled down from her initial peak. She could tell by the strain in his features and his clipped vocalizations that he was close as well. "Do it! Give it to me!" The last word turned into a squeal as. At least he asked, I thought. And you know what… I wanted to. I’d watched enough of my older sister’s porn tapes to have an idea what to do, and frankly, I was busting to give it a go. I didn’t want to appear too eager however. “Okay.” “Cool.” Tim gathered me to him, softly folding me in his arms and kissing me tenderly. He was sweet. I tried to relax but I froze stiff as his hands slid over my top, cupping my left breast and making me sigh with tension. “Relax, don’t hold yourself so tight..