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Eastern Step

... long, my spewing a pint of spunk into her pussy as she gave off another loud “Arragh!” as she came. I lifted her up, keeping my cock buried in her, and climbed into the tub. Not wanting to just have a sexual relationship, but wanting even more, I played games with her in the tub, splashing and tickling. When we started to shrivel pretty bad, we staggered out of the tub and dried each other off, giggling. For the rest of the week, I fucked Irena all day long, and then gave a good fuck to Olga in the morning before she left for work. My fuck toy was getting a little sore, so I started giving more oral sex to Irena, fucking her only two or three times a day and eating her out another four times or so. The only time everyone relaxed was in the evening when Olga and Irena played innocent with each other and I kept my mouth shut. I awoke at 4 am, like usual. It was Friday night, and we were catching the train into Kiev tomorrow morning. Instead of burying myself in Olga like usual, I lay there thinking. This was fantastic. I didn’t want to lose these two women. I decided that I would propose to Olga this weekend. Having made that decision, I turned to Olga who had presented her wonderful ass to me, positioned myself, and slid in. We got up at 6:30, quickly dressed, and headed for the train station. We got there and it was as dumpy as the rest of the town. The station itself was a small shack (at least it was brick) were some old lady sold us three tickets. Soon the train arrived. ...

... It was an old electric with five beat up old rickety cars behind it. Inside there were rows of cheap orange plastic seats. The windows wouldn’t close all the way, making the temperature in the car close to freezing in the morning air. The two of them huddled next to me. Irena was so excited that she kept plastering her face to the window, watching the countryside with the little shacks whiz by, then turning back to us and cuddling again when she got too cold. The old lady in the cross seat facing us (we were at the end of the car) kept talking a mile a minute the whole way – I didn’t understand more than a word here or there. I just smiled and let Olga talk to her. A few hours later we got to Kiev. A very beautiful city. Lots of ugly ex‑soviet industrial stuff, but that was easily out shown by the beautiful churches and palaces. Both Irena and Olga had their faces plastered to the window now, this being Irena’s first visit and Olga’s second. I hadn’t been to Kiev before either, but I enjoyed watching the two of them laughing and giggling as they pointed things out to each other. Our train soon pulled into the train station. We exited the train and took the tunnel to the main station. At the entrance to the station I hailed a taxi. One immediately pulled up from the stand across the street. The driver got out and opened our door. This was a bit unusual, but I could see the dollar signs in his eyes as he saw country bumpkins. We got an unasked for tour as we were driven to the ...