Food was scarce, constant surveillance, state-run TV offered one or two channels, and a ten-year wait for a car if you could afford it. Few of us coul...d afford even a TV let alone a car. If you wanted something to work, you fixed it yourself or it stayed broken.Obviously, the black market flourished. That was what it was like in Bulgaria when I was a teenager. Socialism was a system of equality, in other words, poverty for all. We had a democracy, of course, as long as you voted for a. “Stand up,” you growl. Doing as you wish, I rise to stand before you, as your hands move to untie the knot of my cover up before pushing it over my shoulders and down my arms to fall to the floor. Running your hands up my stomach to my breasts, your mouth replaces them and I am lost again in the feel of your mouth and hands. Roaming over my body, nails biting into my skin, squeezing my ass, teasingly slipping just past the waist of my thong. Pushing your shorts to the floor, I reach down. I was in heaven and my head was swimming. We just lay there so quietly, slightly moving our fingers against the other’s body, her hand on my hip and my hand on her tense, muscular, young abdomen. After a few minutes it was getting quite warm under the covers, and she then slowly moved her hand from my hip towards the front of my boxers. Time was standing still, and the only sound was our breathing in unison. Even with the warmth we both shivered slightly, and I started to slip my hand down. I filled his mouth with cum until it spilled out between our lips and dripped down our chins. Then I caught what was dripping in my hand and pushed two cum soaked fingers between his lips. ‘Oh, baby!’ I said, ‘Eat it all. Eat your own cum. That’s so hot!’ Then I kissed Ian and mouth-fucked him with my wet fingers. My mouth still full of Ian’s cum, I turned and sucked and stroked our friend Sammy. My hands were wet with Ian’s cum. I rubbed them on Sammy’s dick, then sucked it back off and kissed.