" She lifted up and thrust down on me again, starting a slow steady rhythm, squeezing me wonderfully with her tight pussy muscles on each stroke. A wh...imper escaped her as she paused to grind her clit against me, and then resumed the ride.I thought back to that first time Brandi surprised me after work. She was only 18 by 3 days, and had been enjoying the use of our swimming pool quite often that summer. I came home a bit early that day after finishing a contract I had been working on for two. “How about lunch?”“I am not hungry,” she says.“Does the scene make you nauseous?”“Not at all,” she says, returning his smile. “Russians have strong stomach. And we have stronger urge for other things.”“Is this related to your need when I picked you up from the airport?” he asks.For a moment Yulia looks like she doesn’t want to admit it, or even share the fact that he is hitting the nail right on the head. She doesn’t even understand it herself. Being a professional, never has she mixed her. I'll have a tea party ... I'll be a ballerina when I grow up."My thoughts grew fuzzy and I found myself actually wanting to do thecrazy things it was forcing my mouth to say. The thing had taken my freewill. All I could do was run home in a blind panic. I wanted to cry. Butinstead, I've gotten the journal and written this. Maybe someday someonewill find this and make sense of what's happened. This last part willlook so odd, in a little girl's penmanship. But it has to be told ... Ican't speak. It didnt matter where we were, in the car, floor of her mothers house, in the woods, anywhere as long as she felt no chance of being seen. We enjoyed watching porn together and at times with another couple but the porn watching ended for her once our daughter was born. Over the years our sex lives deminished like most couples. When we did have sex it was always good and we would ask eachother "why don't we do this more often". In the last several years it has become null. I talked her into.