” As she finished she unzips that little skirt and lets it drop, standing there in a little pink thong, then the top comes off and she jumps onto th...e couch and in my arms. I grab her ass with my hands and we lock into a deep hard kiss, tongues exploring each others mouths and hands roaming all over. I start to grope and massage her tits and ass, feeling the wet crotch of her thong with my fingertips. She pushes herself up a bit and tears open my shirt, pushing her hands down between us and. Think, Kaz, think! How can I plug all the holes? And my worst worry is unanswered: what happened to Boris and Demitri?Kaz forced himself to cool down. He had an impatient temper. He'd already gotten too upset about the disappearances and had overlooked vital limits, like poor communications. He dare not make more mistakes. He waited another moment, ran the plans through his mind, and strode over to his waiting men to select one to remain with a cellphone to intercept calls from their man in. I turned up the volume louder and began making up and down motions on the underside of her clit. She was so smooth and wet, truly perfect. I craved tasting her, having her juices cover my body. She was such an amazing little squirter and I could always expect to be slick from her within the first half hour of our lovemaking. I began thinking of all the times we had used a strapless dildo together. I would insert it in myself and she would be on top riding and soon my lap and stomach would be. Gymnastics, ballet,cheerleading (especially), a boyfriend (also especially), cute clothing,makeup, pretty lingerie and heels-since she didn't have a monthly visitor toworry about, there was really nothing about her current status she disliked.She had absolutely no problems wearing a dress or applying lipstick inpublic, so the earlier humiliation she had endured as a fifth grader wastotally gone. While she still hadn't made up her mind, her choice wasbecoming more and more clear. Three years.