When I caught him, I took him into the den and held him by his collar while I got on my hands and knees. I tried to pull him on top of me, but he did...n't have the faintest idea of what I wanted and my actions scared him. I saw that this wasn't going to work, so I put him outside. Obviously, this was going to be harder to accomplish than I originally thought, but I wasn't about to give up.The first step I took was to take him to obedience training. Then I started letting him in the house more. "Dacha" is perhaps a misleading term. For most Russians, a dacha is a small country cottage where city dwellers might spend the weekend in the peace and quiet of the countryside, grow vegetables and enjoy time out from the city. In contrast, the Kustensky Dacha it takes its style from the comfortable retreats enjoyed by pre-revolutionary magnates and aristocrats (and that of some of their revolutionary successors). The Kustensky dacha is a grand country house set within a large estate and. As he lay on her breast and sucking her boob as he drifted to sleep, Prema was patting his head gently, as affectionately as a mother. As she looked at his handsome face, she recollected what a tough time she had in seducing him.Most of her friends in college were being fucked by brothers and few of them by Dads also and as they daily exchanged excitedly their fucking details, her cunt used to flow and itch. She started to reveal her cleavage and thighs in sleeveless T shirts and short skirts. She said she was okay… just a little shaken up. And I figured I had pushed the situation about as far as I could. So I stood up and offered her my hand to help her up. She still hadn’t covered herself and she looked so helpless and sexy lying on the floor with her legs spread and her panties and slip exposed to me. As she reached for my hand, I noticed her staring at the huge bulge that had grown in my pants. But she didn’t comment on it. And as she stood up, her slip and dress fell back down.