Only one Choice

But it was Grigori who pounced, he grasped the nubile tanned slut about the waist and began feasting upon her tits, stunning Dmitri as her hand was pulled away from his shaft. As gorgeous as she was, the situation was seeming increasingly odd to Dmitri, not only where these women insane nymphos, was it possible they were having an effect on men? Something more than the usual hard cocks and slack jaws?

The only thing that might be construed as foreplay was the tangling of Grigori's clothing as both he and the indecent guidance counselor struggled with them. Dmitri backed away, suddenly wondering, suspicious. But he did not back out the door, he collided with someting soft. Soft and warm.

 She wore her honey-blonde hair in what was once an attempt at a professonal bun-style, yet it seemed that her hair had been repeatedly dissheveled, perhaps let-down and tied-back more than once today. Perhaps in another time and place, Dmitri might assume that this young, nude woman had been ****  - but whatever had happened to her, it was clear she wanted much - much more.

"My office! Now!!" She ordered as she pressed her more-than ample breasts against his chest. He did not believe that a woman's nipples could feel so hard, so erect, so tight. But somehow, Dmitri did not think she would mind him staring distractedly at her chest. Ohhh.. her boobs.... like sweaty melons of tanned silk with footballs stuffed inside. The way they jutted, bounced, and jiggled - Dmitri yearned to explore them, determine their exact dimensions. And he would get his chance!