Finally I said, "You have an interesting accent. Where is it from?" "Oh, I was born in the Ukraine." "Interesting!" I said. How did you get to Amer...ica?" "It is a long story, Maurice," she answered in that tantalizing Ukrainian accent. "Tell me about it." Tash sat quietly for a while, then said, "I haven't thought about this for a long time. Some of it is a little painful." "Okay, but I'm always interested in people from other places. Tell me your story if you can." "As I said, I. If I were fellating myself (if that were possible), I could not have performed each move as precisely perfectly as she did. It was as if she was reading my mind and performed exactly what I wanted. I was lost in an ethereal dream-like state of sensory overload.Forcing myself to focus on another matter, I retrieved the small remote from my shirt pocket and began to dial up the speed and intensity of the device it controlled. Had Laura failed to follow my instructions completely, there would have. Her voice a mix of lust and taunting. "Is watching me stroke this big, fat cock turning you on?"She did not wait for my reply as she dropped to her knees and began pleasuring him with her very skilled oral work. He just threw his head back and groaned his approval as she liked the tip and continued to stroke him, he open shirt allowing full view of her erect nipples and flushed skin.She worked earnestly on his cock, taking as much in as she could, as he stroked her hair. Peter looked over at. She took it so eagerly and did not look anywhere near satisfied. I slid the finger out almost fully and put another one in, fingering her deep, but steady, stroking her breasts and blissfully listening to her moans and groans as they come right up my ear, feeling how she tightens up around my fingers. I couldn’t bear the thought I could feel that around my dick, but it was still all hard outside. I slid the fingers out, and after I had her lean over a little more, I finally slid inside her and.