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Anna didn't ask me about my plan right then. Instead, we just enjoyed the fact that we were together. I held her hand and lovingly studied every detail. It was a beautiful hand, just like the rest of her. I could feel the warmth emanating from her palm.

Anna informed me that she had to work in the afternoon, so we headed back to her house. When we arrived, she proceeded to prepare some lunch for me and her mother.

Lunch consisted of sausage, rice kasha, cucumbers, bread, and chai. It had not taken me long to realize I would be eating a good number of cucumbers during my stay in Russia.

After lunch, Anna drove me back to my hotel, gave me a kiss, and with a sigh, headed off to work in her small clinic.

I had learned that she ran the facility with the help of another male doctor. Their patients came in with everything from berries stuck in children's noses to older folks in various stages of heart failure. Prior to Anna's arrival in the clinic, conditions had existed that were unsanitary, and in some cases, very dangerous. Many of the needles had been used over and over, with some even containing areas of rust. Anna and her partner had corrected those problems, on many occasions purchasing supplies with their own money.

When a problem became more complicated, the patient would be referred to a hospital in a larger city. The closest one was several hours away. It was not unusual for Anna to be awakened at night and asked to come to a person's home. Despite the amount of responsibility that doctors had, and the fact that they often held people's lives in the hands; they were paid a relatively low wage. Their pay was similar to what a teacher would make. Both professions were on the lower end of the scale.

I found myself with the rest of the afternoon off and nothing specific on my schedule. Russians tend to be more reserved and seem to keep to themselves, so I decided to walk around and explore the town. I figured if I avoided talking, I would have a better chance of remaining anonymous.

I saw a good number of men working on cars and motorcycles. I had heard, more in jest, that if you needed any parts, you could find them along the road near the car dealer. The message there was that the parts would fall off as you drove away.

Many of the homes had gardens that were producing well. I went into a couple of stores and noticed a good variety of items for sale. I would say that the big difference was in the quantity, selection, and pricing.

I walked into one store to purchase something to drink. As I came around a corner, I came face to face with a burly, unhappy looking man. I tried to step to one side in order to move by him, but he blocked my way. From what I could determine, his intentions were not good.

He said something in Russian that I did not understand.

"Ya nye gavaryoo pa-rooskee," (I can't speak Russian) I said.

He said something in response. By his inflections, I could tell it was not a friendly reply.

I had to think quickly. If I had been in familiar surroundings, it would have been less of a problem. Back home, I could have easily talked my way out of the situation. My voice and my mannerisms were such, that in many cases, most men had backed down. If it would come down to a shoving match, there was not much doubt that I could at least stand my ground.

But I was in a foreign country. I was not aware of all the local rules or systems of hierarchy. I had no idea of how the man was connected. He held the upper hand and he knew it.

"American," I said. Then off the cuff, I said the name of the man from the wood company.

"Sergei Demidov," I said.

That definitely sparked something inside the man's head. With a nod, he let me pass. It was during that encounter that I learned that this Sergei possessed more power than I had at first assumed.

I eventually arrived back at my hotel. Once there, I decided to catch up on some of my reading. About an hour later, I was surprised when I heard a knock at my door. I recognized the serious fellow standing before me as one of Sergei's men. Through hand gestures, and my minimal speaking abilities, I realized that I was supposed to return to the shop with him.

Without my driver as an interpreter, I knew it would be difficult for us to understand each other, but I decided to go along any way. I figured that Sergei must really want our business. His eagerness to meet with me again, and at such an early date, gave me the impression that I might have a chance at gaining the upper hand.

Sergei was very cordial and seemed pleased to see me again. We proceeded to go over some pricing by writing numbers on pads of paper. We eventually came very close to an agreement but finally arrived at a point where neither of us would budge. I didn't want him to think that I gave in too quickly, so I held up my hands to indicate we were at an impasse.

Out came the vodka and some chocolates. This time I decided to have a few drinks. I knew I wouldn't be driving and the vodka was of extremely good quality. Sergei was feeling very good and tried to teach me a few Russian songs. Once again we parted on good terms and he had his driver return me to my hotel.

It was starting to get dark by the time I saw Anna enter the lobby. I told her about the area by the river where I had observed the dancing couples. She informed me that she was well aware of it and had visited that spot on several occasions. She said that one of her best memories had occurred there with her mom and dad.

We stopped at a place that sold kabobs and found a place to sit while we ate our food. Then Anna drove me out to the spot I had mentioned. The road was very bumpy and I wondered how the vehicle would hold up. Despite the rough ride, I could already sense that some magic was going to happen. Once we had stopped, I got out and gathered some pieces of wood, then proceeded to start a fire.

For a long time, we just sat on a log and held each other's hand. The butterflies were gone, but the scenery around us was filled with as much beauty as I could remember finding anywhere else in the world. The sound of the water, as it flowed over stones or around obstacles, only added to the peaceful setting around us. I asked Anna to find a station on her radio that played music. It did not take long before the sounds of Russian folk music were filling the air.

I gently took her by the hand and we began to dance. It felt so good. It felt so right. There I was, halfway around the world, dancing with the woman that I loved.

Rationally, I couldn't explain it. There were plenty of women in the world that would meet my requirements. There were hundreds of fine women that were single, widowed, or divorced that would make the right man a wonderful mate.

In my case, none of them had stirred the feelings that arose within me when I had met Anna. There was something in the chemistry between us that went beyond man's normal understanding. Maybe it is true after all; each of us is destined to truly love only one other person. Maybe it is up to us to wait, however long, until that one individual comes along.

I could have danced all night. I finally realized what that song really meant. To have her so close, as we swayed to the music, satisfied me completely. I found myself in a place of perfect contentment.

Eventually, the spell was broken, and we had to head back. Anna dropped me off at the hotel and then continued on to her home and her mother.

Before she left, she informed me that she would be free on the following day. As I climbed into bed, I had the sweet knowledge that I would be able to spend the entire day with her on the morrow.

Anna picked me up after breakfasts and we headed east to Nizhny Novgorod. I was told that it was a large city and a stopping place for many of the cruise ships that plied the rivers. Along the way we spotted some cars that had stopped along the side of the road. I was surprised when I saw a dead moose that had evidently been struck by one of the vehicles. It was the first wild animal of any size that I had seen.

Nizhny turned out to be a beautiful city. We spotted several long cruise ships in the river. We stopped and parked in a lot at the bottom of a set of massive stairs. They appeared to lead to the center of the city on the high bluff above. Once we had made the climb, we were able to look out and survey the river and valley below.

One of the first places of interest that we visited was an old fort that had stood watch over the river. We walked hand in hand as we strolled along the inner wall. From the various vantage points, we were able obtain incredible views of the countryside below.

We found that the main street had been restricted to pedestrian traffic only. There we discovered many booths where folks were displaying their crafts or art work. We saw stands selling blue pottery, lacquer boxes, matryoshka nesting dolls, and many other items which required a craftsman with a high degree of skill.

The buildings, overhead wires for the streetcars, wordings on the signs, and the overall appearance of the city reminded me that I was indeed in a foreign country. It wasn't until I saw a McDonalds, that the impression that I had traveled back in time was finally broken.

Of course everything was made more special by the fact that I had Anna by my side. I don't believe five minutes went by where I didn't glance over to admire and marvel at the beautiful woman I was with.

We had a wonderful day together and enjoyed some very good food. By the time Anna dropped me off that night, it was getting late and we were both tired from the long day we had experienced together.

Anna asked me to meet her at an orphanage where she would be working the following day. She gave me the location and told me when to arrive. We both hugged, and after a long kiss, we parted for the night.

Now I imagine by this time, many of you are saying, "When is that guy going to get her into the sack." Sure, I had experienced those thoughts and desires that any man would have. But more than that, I wanted to cherish and appreciate all the little things about my girl that made her so special.

Sex is only one facet. To discover a woman that you cannot take your eyes off, a woman that invades your thoughts continually, a woman that you would be willing to give your life for; that is something that most people will never get a chance to experience.

I hoped that one day, when the time was right, we would finally engage in that most physical way of sharing one's love. Until that time, I was content to bask in the aura of her being and all those little things that made her so very special.

The next morning, I called Ivan and asked him to pick me up around ten. I ate my breakfast and wandered around town in order to kill some time. At the appointed hour, I met Ivan and we headed to the orphanage.

The facility was located out in the country. From what I could determine, it had once been the home of a noble of some kind. The buildings were located on a bluff that overlooked a meandering river. It was a beautiful site by any definition, and one which any budding artist would have been glad to paint.

Anna arrived shortly and advised me that I was free to look around the grounds while she met with the administrator. She informed me that she was responsible for seeing that the boys had their regularly scheduled physicals.

I was especially interested in a structure that appeared to have once been a chapel. Despite the crumbling interior of the dome, it was easy to see that a number of cherubs had once adorned the ceiling. Behind them, I could faintly distinguish what had once been a vibrant blue sky. I was left to my imagination as to how the building might have once reflected the wonder and beauty that the artist had intended.

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Melanie stared in growing excitement and some trepidation at her brother's enormous phallus, which lifted the elastic of his jock strap off his belly and impatiently throbbed in the air. With a little whimper of delight, she hooked her fingers in the elastic of the jock and slowly pulled it down, snapping it snugly beneath her brother's huge, orange-sized balls. Her hot blue eyes darted from his enormous ten inch prong to the large, bloated testicles beneath, and she shivered with wonder...

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Southern TrampChapter 4

Melanie had never slept so well in her life. Jarvis had fucked her for hours the afternoon before, and when it approached the time when their father was expected home, her lusty brother had shot four loads into various orifices of her body, and Melanie had come too many times to count. Rhett Wilkerson had commented during supper that he had never seen his children looking so tired before. "I just don't see how you can be tired, Melanie," he said, winking at his lovely daughter, "What...

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Southern TrampChapter 6

Melanie's erotic adventures had led her to regions beyond her wildest imagination. Imagine what Daddy would do if he ever found out that I've not only been fucking Brutus, but Randy Hardman, the son of his worst enemy! Worse than that, even, Melanie was beginning to fall in love with the handsome young man... Randy had called her the next day, and they had arranged a clandestine afternoon together. It had been wonderful; a picnic by a secluded pond and a long, luxurious bout of hot...

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Southern TrampChapter 7

The days continued to speed by in rapid succession, and Melanie was becoming quite reckless in her sexual exploits. A day didn't go by when she wasn't embarking on another sexual adventure. She fucked her brother constantly. Frequently, she would sneak into his bedroom at night, or he would come into hers, and they would copulate till dawn. Then, she was seeing Randy Hardman regularly, and they found all sorts of places to make love in. Once, she sucked him off in a movie theater. A couple...

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Southern Kinfolk

Stepping off the bus, I waited for the driver to open the baggage compartment. A young Asian woman approached me, flashing a smiling expression of recognition.  "You Sean boy, come Chicago; OK?" I nodded inquisitively, having expected my great aunt. "Yeah, I'm Sean all right. Who are you?" "Oh, I Sona, hired man wife; he in truck." Pronouncing truck with an f, she pointed at a vintage Chevy half-ton across the street. The driver tipped up the baggage door and I found my bags. Sona grasped both...

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Southern Kinfolk Part 3

Sonja insisted on going for the marriage license the very nest day. Her parents arrived at the town hall and signed her away. She held on to that piece of paper like it was made of gold. The wedding was set for the Saturday after next. Her parents would arrange for a hall next to the church for the reception. It was a difficult time for me, despite the fact that Sonja had known all along what was going on in our house, I felt uneasy about Paul's sexual behavior. Strangely, Sonja didn't seem to...

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Southern Nights

It was a steamy-hot summer night about 1 a.m., just outside the Memphis city limits. Mosquitoes large as crop dusters droned and bit at will. I was running radar on one of the county back roads, notorious for being a speedway between local watering holes. ‘I should be able to collect a bit of revenue for the Sheriff's office and keep some other poor fool from having to blot up some drunk's body from the pavement after an accident,’ I thought as I sat in my cruiser – waiting. ‘Okay. Here comes a...

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I began my last year of high school in the fall, traveling each way for what seemed like hours on a bumpy school bus. I made some friends, mostly female since to the good old boys I was just a Yankee nerd. One girl in particular had her eyes on me, a buxom blonde, whom I later found out was in her first year. She was on the bus when I got on each morning and openly gave me the come on. I never sat next to her but on the way home she sometimes planted herself next to me. Her name was Sonja,...

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Your Wet and Messy Adventures

You are in your room, lying on a bed, reading a book. Mum and Dad are away over the weekend, and your sister has chosen to spend it at her boyfriends place. It is summer, and the window is open. The breeze from it lifts your skirt and shows of your white cotton panties. You don't care to put it back in place, who would see you? Another breeze chills your legs and pussy, and you notice you kinda need to pee. At once, you begin to feel naughty. This weekend would be perfect for some pee-play! You...

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Julian sighed. He had just gotten off the phone with his ex-wife, Stacey, who told him that she was taking the kids to the Gold Coast for the weekend, so he would not be seeing his kids on “his” weekend. Julian wondered why he even got his hopes up anymore. The last time he had seen his kids was almost 9 months ago on his daughter Abigail’s 8th birthday. Stacey had made the mistake of telling Abby that she could do “whatever she wanted” on her birthday this year. Abby said she had wanted to see...

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Chapter XL – Air Orgy (based on Pictorial Romances No. 12 cover, St. John, March 1952) I know what people think about us, stewardesses. People always rate us as the ones who care about the passengers, gently help them if they need something, serving our customers the way they wish, and so on. This is totally true, you know that. But there is the other side, the kind of thing you don’t usually share with anyone but yourself and your co-workers. The kind of acts that aren’t appropriate for...

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I was delighted when my wife told me she had become a partner at the law firm she worked. Her income more than doubled and was far more than I earned. At her suggestion I quit my job and spent my time taking care of the house. I did the shopping and cooking as well as keeping the house clean. I was really enjoying the freedom of being unemployed and able to do as I wanted almost all the time. Keeping the house fit and cooking didn't take much time so I was able to spend most of my time...

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Dee Does High SchoolChapter 22

With a good bit of giggling and tickling and poking and pushing all three of us crammed in the front of Kathy's beloved old minivan, better known for its exotic paint job as the Art Mobile. I hiked up my dress and crawled to the center, mooning everyone in the parking lot in the process, and planted my naked butt on the center console, straddling the stick-shift. Greg took shotgun, thoughtfully draping his left arm around my shoulders so his hand could keep my tit warm. Then he got all...

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Diagnosis Nympho

Sighing, I leave my beautiful car, blowing it air kisses as I strut away. That's my one and only, my baby. Yeah, about that crazy part again.. um.. don't listen to the whole car thing and think, "Well.. duh!" because, well, there's more to it. Anyway, I smooth down my light grey pinstripe pencil skirt and forest green button down shirt. In a hair brained effort to cool off, I unbutton the first few buttons on my shirt, allowing some of the breeze to play with my cleavage. I wait for...

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It was a dream come true for me. Like a lot of Latino families we live in L.A. the land of sunshine. Mom is Puerto Rican and dad was Cuban-American. Dad had died when I was a boy and mom was a waitress but our Social Security Survivors Benefits gave us a good life. My older sister Liz is 16 now and a little over two years older than me. Liz is a dancer and dances with the Caribbean Community Dance Theater. Seeing Liz shake around with her friends in small costumes always gives me a boner and...

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Usually a normal family is a picture of smiles and laughter but sometimes things aren't what it should be. But things can be done to mend things. The Doe Family is a rather by the books family. Too much ado about discipline and obedience. Their father Leo is rather black and white about it, too bad their mother Eunice is too lenient about it.

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the market

Dear diary, Yeah, yeah – I know, diaries are for girls and sissies, but hell if I care because I just needed to tell someone and it’s not really something that I can tell anyone being a bit sensitive in nature. So, today I was standing with my coffee stand at the market as I normally do – it was a bit slow and not many customers, just a few early bird tourists. I was in a bad mood – I had an argument with the old lady last night and it kind of spilled into the morning, so the last couples of...

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Friday night, and after a long week of files and paperwork at the office I was finally glad to be leaving my dull workplace. I worked in an over crowed office in central London. I liked to stand out from the crowd so I often wore the shortest possible skirts and the lowest tops that my boss would allow. Today was no different. I wore a tight black skirt, that I’m sure if I bent down would have made my sexy hot pink panties visible to all my work colleagues. My matching bra was just visible...

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Saturday morning is busy with the processing of all of the paperwork and signatures. Ernie spends the afternoon working on his book, except for his shower and the changing of his bandages. Another dinner served by Gayatri, and a typical early night. Sunday morning Ernie is up and at the local Uniting Church service to see what it’s like. Lunch at an eatery on his way back to the hotel, and the rest of the day is like Saturday. Monday Morning The documents for the ownership changes and...

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I wake to the feeling of her sliding into bed behind me. She’s coming home from work and it’s late. I can smell the scent of her sweat from long day of hard work teaching lessons at the ice rink. I’m exhausted too. The two of us are in our twenties, trying to make ends meet in a ski resort community with a ridiculous cost of living. For me, a twelve hour driving shift is the norm, today was thirteen hours and full of complications. At this point I’m certainly too exhausted to start anything,...

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MomPOV Richelle Thick tattoo MILF does first porn

– 42 years old – Is a mother of 3 – Currently a stay at home mom – People know her as the tattoo MILF – She didn’t get her first tattoo until she was 25 – She is married and has been for 24 years now – She has been modeling nude for about 5 years – One of the photographers recommended she try MomPov – When she asked the hubby he was very supportive – He told her to go have fun and put on a good show – Together they became MomPov fans themselves – She is very sexual loves to fuck every single...

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