I called Brenda to see if she was interested. Luckily, she was available for dinner.Brenda worked in the registrar's office. She was a good-looking wo...man in her late forties, tall and trim. She had divorced years before, and, according to her, was looking for husband number two. I had my doubts. She had a biting wit that occasionally overflowed into bitterness, and she was very fond of her independence."Hi, Mitch. I see you did not freeze in the cold white north. You do look rather pale,. .?" I sheepishly replied "yes.." and due to his face of bursting curiosity, I lied "I felt a bit hot, that's all". "It's a nice night... what can I get you, young lady?"I asked him for a pack of Marlboros. So far I had been feeling a pounding heartbeat in my chest and throat, and my skin felt like cold stone, but soon a warm exhilaration enveloped me, and my apprehension began to fade. He turned, walked to the shelf behind him, and took the Marlboros. As he walked back I noticed my prank was. The woman bent down and carefully licked at the cunt juice glissening at her pussy.So sweet,she mused,almost self basting.She checked the pan that was under the girls ass,noting how much cunt juice was in it,and nodded.She then left , smacking her lips in anticipation of how good the girl would taste. The lights coming on woke her.it took her a while to realize she was being unstrapped from the table and carried upstairs.In the kitchen she was laid out on the table.Before she was fully. Yvgeny slowly turned his face towards her and found her holding the nightshirt above her breasts. "Mmm?" she pressed.Yvgeny was aware of her pale skin, her body slightly puffy from the onset of womanhood. Her breasts were twin, upturned teacups; soft and jiggling as she submitted herself for his inspection.Orthodox Christianity had not figured large in Yvgeny's upbringing. Every Russian, however, was aware of its teachings and injunctions. At the back of his mind he knew it was sinful to lust.