Darlene must have been watching for me as she was waiting at the door to greet me. As soon as I stepped into the light coming from inside the house, a... stunned look covered her face. After dropping my backpack in the kitchen, she steered me toward the living room and bade me to take a seat on the couch. "This is unbelievable," she said when she took a seat next to me and poured me a glass of wine. She was clad in a short ice blue silk robe that showed off plenty of her great legs which were. Both Lu and I were handed a folder while Ronnie’s was placed on the table before her. In deference to her bodyguard position and not having things in her hands, I guessed.The first page was an aerial map of the area. The southern tip of Russia near the Georgia border and 1400 kilometers south of Moscow, according to the legend.“Conversely, you could live in Rostov-on-Don, a much large city bordering the south edge of the Lenin forest, still a port town but more of a true city instead of a. I kept checking my phone expecting to get a text or a voice mail. My mood sullened throughout the day as I never got a response back. By the end of the night, I felt like a whore that got cheated out of not only my dignity, but the appreciation of my best fuck ever. That episode cooled my jets for a while. I went on a few dates here and there, but nothing that went beyond a dinner or a show with a couple of nice men I couldn’t see wasting my time with or theirs. Even if I had the opportunity to. When she became sexualy active she found out even then that one cock just wasn't enough. Try as I might I could never get her to tell me just how many guys had sampled her hot little body back home. So when we planed a trip back to visit her parents I started hinting about if she was going to try and meet up with some of her old fuck buddies. She never gave me a straight answer. We drove up on Thursday , I had taken a couple days off work so we had from Thursday afternoon till Monday morning.