The former Tsum department store remained in good condition, although the many escalators no longer functioned.He rapped on the wooden door. A few mom...ents later, it opened, and an old man, thin with age, stared out.“Gospodin, Nikolai Vavilov?” Yevgeny asked with a smile.Vavilov’s eyes widened when he heard his name. “Da?”“My name is Yevgeny Timofeyev. I wish to discuss your work for Pavlo Mogilevich.”Wide-eyed, the old man shook his head. “I’m sorry, but I have nothing to tell you.” He backed. He popped her young cunt at last and the bell end slid in. She said he could have stopped there and she would have been bred already as he again groaned deeply, OO, YEAH, he moaned. She felt her cunt pressure up as he helped himself firing a load up her, the bell end stiffening and twitching. Now he was on his way slowly sinking deeper, well past the 4" or so of thin white dicks that had visited her before in the hopeless task of getting a baby in her. She said he bottomed out in her vagina and. He left the house and I didn't touch myself at all that night, thinking he would bust in on me again!The next day was a Saturday and after he finished some yard work with my help, he told me he had something to give me. I followed him to his car and he opened the trunk and pulled out a brown parer bag. He handed it to me and told me not to let my mom see whats inside. I took it up to my room, closed and locked the door and took out what looked like about an 8 inch rubber cock! It was a brand. "Were my clothes at?" I asked the fellar and he said they'd been recycled. Now that ticked me off some, pants were hard to find for a fellar as tall as me, so I was in the habit of wearin' 'em plum out before getting new ones. Course, they'd plugged the hole in my leg and kept me from dyin', so I guess I couldn't complain too much."AI, can you get this man some clothes please?" the fellar asked. I didn't see no one else in the room and wondered if they let fellar's that talk to ghost be.