"I was named after the largest, most elaborate orgy in recent history. I was conceived during the Mongolian Cluster Fuck of the Blue Harvest moon on t...e branches of a heart tree. No one else was and I'm proud of that distinction. Everyone who is anyone knows Fuster Cluck." I suppose that could be a point of pride," Pardin said trying to keep the dubiousness out of his voice. "If you were conceived during an orgy, how do you know your father is actually your father?" The magic, of course,". Sometimes she wore a tight revealing top and shorts. Sometimes she was naked. But normally she would appear from somewhere over the horizon and walk unhurriedly towards Nadezhda's villa with a broad smile that taunted the captain but was also a prelude to their passionate lovemaking. There was never a specific time that she'd arrive, but it invariably happened sometime during the day.But on these days there was no such arrival.Nadezhda walked towards the invisible boundary of her confinement. " Caressing her, illustrating her contradictions, his hands swept from top to bottom, from hair and face and neck, along arms to hands, and along the sides to her feet and up inside, across her anus and pussy and tummy until they stopped at his favorite feature, weighing the flesh, pressing into them gently, thumbing her nipples. And he would pause his words for a soft kiss throughout, sustaining the kiss while his hands thoroughly explored her breasts, the kiss heating up and becoming chaotic. I inhaled the smoke and put my hands on my hips, with my legs half spread. "It's not polite to stare," I scolded the boy. I could imagine what it was like for a 10-year-old k**. He all blushed and began to stutter an apology. "Come on, come in," I told him and walked in front of him. As he walked behind me I felt his gaze on my bare ass as I moved in front of his nose. I sat back in the armchair and didn’t even try to cross my legs, but swung one leg over the backrest and my swollen clitoris.