" She went to the basement stairs, and I realized something, "But, Madame," I asked, "You haven't even told me your name." "My name is Madame Olga An...dorovich-Popovski. But from now on, I am only Madame Olga." She paused. "And you, my dear, are no longer Paul Alexsander Droyovich," she said. "From this day forward, you are...Katya Androvitch...my darling niece, whom I recently took in upon the death of your parents." She disappeared, and left me alone, to burn the last remnants of my . C.’s. I had only told him that I was going over to J.C.’s to work on a project and that her mom would be there the whole time. He had seemed cool with it and had said that I could go. Suddenly someone knocked at the door and I almost jumped out of my skin. J.C.’s sister had arrived and instead of beeping the horn so that I could go out to the car she had walked up to the door where my father could scrutinize her in full. I thought that this move was a little risqu?ut I figured what the hell,. Not the others: that kind turns me off. Factis, you and only a couple other contributors are worthreading. 99% of the rest is far too gross, esp. thepedophelia and stuff. Anyway, I like your stories. They'veturned me on on more than one occasion." I'm flattered, Robert. Thank your very much," you say."So, what are you doing here on this train?" I had a lucky break," you say. " I entered one of thosemagazine discount scams, you know, 'You may have already won1 Billion Dollars'" I get that. Her tongue in my mouth was so sensual and passionate. I unbuttoned her shirt and caressed her boobs, then I undid her bra letting her gorgeous perky tits expose. I leant down taking one in my hand and sucking on the other. She reached down between my legs and rubbed my pussy lips. She stuck her index finger in my wet pussy and pulled it out. She reached it out for Andrea to lick and suck. Andrea then pulled his chair closer. With one hand he rubbed Carmella’s pussy through her pants, and with.