Christine tugged his sweater and shirt out of his waistband and caressed his flat stomach.They kissed again, greedily, so hard that flashing lights da...ced before Christine's closed eyes.And then Mac tore off his shirt and sweater and knelt before her. Gently he unzipped her skirt and tugged it down, then her pantyhose and panties. He put his face between her pale thighs and approached her musky slit.Christine held her breath as he approached. Mac kissed the insides of her thighs, the small bush. I'd be wearing concrete overshoes if they ever found out that I had told you that."I didn't say anything. I just turned back to the stove and picked up the pot of boiling water. I started to walk toward Boris with that pot in my hand, and he broke completely. I put the pot down and he proceeded to tell me the whole story. There were a number of fits and starts in Boris' telling of the story, so I will summarize it here.The Russian Mafia had been contacted by somebody in the Iranian government. Once this enticing image was fixed in her mind, she hitched up her skirts and plunged her fingers into her moist quim, where they were soon swimming in her copious fluids. Curving up her fingers to find her special sensitive spot, she used her other hand to play with her hard little button. As she approached her point of release, she was forced to stuff the corner of her bedsheets into her mouth to stifle her cries of ecstasy. Then, pensively licking her sticky fingers, she meditated on a. At first he thought that he had done me harm, by having all four fingers in my rear hole, but I could reassure him that it had only increased my enjoyment. A little giggling got dad to say, I seemed to be as my mother, as she had also liked this variation. I asked a little cautiously, if mother also had been decidedly to anal sex. A little hesitantly got father replied oh yes, and if I knew what all this meant? No, I had not tried this before, but just the fact father had all four fingers up in.