Shchpuka Vladimirov dragged his felted wool boots out of the clinging snow. Through the steel grey of the Siberian winter he glimpsed his two companio...ns in front, imitating his own clown-like struggle. The wail of the wind, straight from the North and the Central Siberian Plateau made talking difficult.Shchpuka, Russian for pike, was his nickname. One summer day last year he'd fallen into the Anghara river and one of his laughing comrades had suggested his struggles in the water looked like. That's the wrong door Sammie... it's this one." as she led meto the ladies. I found a spare cubicle and took down my panties. For a moment I wasgoing to stand and pee and then remembered what Kelly had done. Ishuffled myself around in the cramped space and slumped down onto theseat. It seemed an eternity before I could go and I wondered if Kellyhad tied the ribbon so tight that she was restricting my flow. HoweverI eventually managed to relieve myself. I raised myself again pulledup my panties. Dave was all used up and was no good to me.” Joelle giggled, red-faced. “But I picked up a few pointers from Tran,” Janie continued. “Maybe I can show you some time. I’m sure Dave wouldn’t mind a repeat engagement.” No, he would most certainly not, I thought, entranced by the idea. One of my favorite two women teaching the other one how to jerk me off? How could I say no? After lunch, the construction crews reassembled to finish the task. Now that the heavy, more labor-intensive work was. As I ventured to run my hands over his body I felt something hard against my tummy, and I was pretty sure it was his cock. I started to get damp between my legs. Come on, talk to me, sweetie? he coaxed as he pet me. You can tell me anything. Ummm, I want to do whatever you wanna do, I managed to say. Well…I wanna do a lot of things, he said. Is that okay? I know you must be a virgin. Yeah, but I think Im ready to lose it, I said. Hmm. Can I kiss you? he asked. He placed a finger under my chin.