‘Here ya go, darlin’. A little somethin’ somethin’ to help the medicine go down, right?’ Michelle watched Cassandra drink her shot, so she d...id the same. This had possibilities. Michelle had already shown she could easily outdrink Cassandra, so if she kept matching drinks with the redhead, she could at least win this round. Cassandra looked at Michelle with a smirk. ‘Hey, ‘Chelle, tell me all about Blonde Concepts and the Fall lineup. C’mon, tell me!’ Michelle’s eyes widened. She turned to. . Brezhnev.” With bemused enthusiasm, Lev had unfolded the wrapping off the box. Inside, he found a dozen sets of good Russian works, Mussogorsky, Prokofiev, Tchaikovsky, David Oistrakh on the violin, Shostakovich’s complete symphonies. “Shostakovich, now he had a difficult time of it,” Lev said to his son, tapping the CD. “He walked a tightrope over a shark tank. A wonder he survived.” “A wonder any of you survived,” said Grigori. “You, mother, Uncle Nahum. I don’t know how you did it.” “We. She was sure of that, as she cyber-strolled over next to him. ‘Is there room for me here?’ she asked, and sat down with her own drink in hand. From that easy meeting the relationship grew. They just seemed to click, two friends who just met. They could talk about absolutely anything, and did. Although they’d never met, they’d had sex at least a dozen times. She felt her own warm, wet response as she recalled those times. They were so intense, so tender, and simply incredible. She had been. She licked up and down the shaft and then took his cock deep into her mouth, working up and down, faster and faster. She felt Richard cock jerk as he started to cum. As the first spurt from his cock hit her tongue, she took her mouth off his cock, and the next two spurts went over her face and neck. Richard shook as he came down from the most incredible orgasm he had experienced, and Michelle looking up at him took his cock back in her mouth to lick up the last drops of his cum.Everybody else.