The atmosphere was electric – the snow on the streets and colorful vibrant neon signs in the shop windows. We passed by a “Klubby” – street si...de casinos found all over Moscow – lined with slot machines and refrigerators stocked with beer. Stepped in for a quick round at the machines and downed a beer each, and then stepped back into the street and kept walking till we reached Tverskaya street – Moscow’s answer to Champs-Élysées – the high street of luxury and fashion, lined with branded stores,. “God, yes,” moaned the blonde, shuddering.Lori's dick throbbed in Yoshiko's hand. The redhead shuddered, her free hand moving out, brushing Yoshiko's lap and found an equally hard girl-dick. She grasped it, stroking her friend, her pussy clenching as they both moaned, eyes fixed on the screen.“Yes, yes, yes,” the blonde moaned. “Fuck me. Oh, god. A futanari is fucking me. They're real.”Lori's pussy clenched. Miyu was a futanari? “Holy shit!”“Did she get molested by Sayuri-chan, too?” moaned. I love my job but it can be a long day hard day and I've got the body and marriage to prove it. Hard, muscled, divorced and exhausted. My favorite time of day is after work, for 2 hours I've got the place to my self. I take a long hot shower in the basement, put on an old bathrobe, then lay in the dark on an old couch and watch some tv. I always end up falling asleep until the boys come home. The noise of their arrival always wakes me up and it's time to start making dinner.Today something. A car slowed alongside the walk but I didn't pay anyattention nor look to see whom it was. The girls had trained me to ignoreobvious attention from leches."Do you need a ride home Charlie?" It was Sam in his little bimmer. Thewindow on the passenger side was down and I spoke as I continued to walktoward the Inn.I considered my alternatives. "No I'm find and the friend I'm meeting isjust up the street."He didn't drive off but said, "Could that be Ginger? She works at theInn."Now I was stuck. She.