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Author: Willy Tamarack Title: Rabbis, Drugs & Spies Part: 1 of 2
Universe: Tales of Willy Tamarack - Willy Tamarack Saga Summary:
Keywords: (Mf+ oral anal) Language: English

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                            !!!  WARNING !!!

    The following material is a sex story, intended for adults
only - however you want to define them.  The author accepts no
responsibility should this material fall into the hands of minors
or people who would be upset reading the fictional accounts of
fictional character's sexual experiences that are obviously pure
fantasy.  These tales are written to stand alone but use
characters and themes introduced in some of my previous writing.
If you like these tales you might also like "The Adventures of
Willy Tamarack", "Shack, Lead !", "The Travels of Willy Tamarack"
or "The Stories".  It should go without saying; any resemblance
between the characters in these accounts and real people, either
living or deceased, is purely coincidental.

    If you're still searching for the perfect world that Willy
has spent a life time looking for ?  In other words: none of his
friends contract sexually transmitted diseases; nobody has bad
breath; nobody gets pregnant unless they want to; few of Willy's
friends have any sexual inhibitions or hang-ups and if they do,
they quickly lose them; everyone always has an orgasm and almost
all of the people live happily ever after.  Well, you're probably
as close to finding it here as anywhere else.  Remember though,
we are all God's children and should treat each other as such.

    A friend of mine once told me, "A day without sex, is a day
without joy."  As always, e-mail your comments to the usual.

                          A WILLY TAMARACK TALE

                          Rabbis, Drugs & Spies
                             (Mf+ oral anal)

                                   by
                             Willy Tamarack

      With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S.
Constitution

                               CHAPTER ONE

                        Saint Petersburg, Russia
                               Mid-1990's

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Dmitry, arriving with two wives 4Jul 2230.  Willy

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  Dmitry Tamarkin stared at his computer screen and read the
message for the third time.  Two weeks from now.  Wow !  His long
time, online friend, Willy Tamarack, was actually going to visit
him in Russia.  They had been corresponding for over two years
now, using pgp and anonymous servers from the very beginning.

  They met while corresponding on a news group,
alt.binaries.teens or something of that ilk.  Both of them were
requesting more pictures of the naked young ladies that were
being posted in the news groups.  "Ladies" is being used in the
loosest of terms.  "Girls" would be more appropriate.

  Soon they were surfing together through the darkest regions of
this new internet thing, sharing binary pictures of naked young
ladies with each other...And of each other with "young" naked
"ladies."  After a long period of time they trusted each other
enough to share names and nationalities.  Finally after over two
years they were going to meet. Dmitry was excited.  He would have
to alert his friends.....

  .....All of Dmitry's planning was finished; action items had
been accomplished.  Willy constantly hammered him with the six
"P's."  Prior planning prevents piss poor performance.  Willy
promised him the dollars. And when he checked the following day,
Dmitry was totally shocked to find five thousand American dollars
appeared in a bank account in his name !  The bank was even more
surprised !  Dmitry told them it was a gift from a relative in
America.

  The following day he rented the dacha out by Volkhov with cash.
 He called the rental company and informed them of the date he
needed their vehicle.  He was anxious and spent a lot of time
hiding out in his apartment.  He was known to some for what he
did with young women.  He made them money is what he did.

  He sent email to several of his friends, hinting that they
might get together soon.  His friends all followed the same
strict encryption techniques that Willy and Dmitry followed. 
Several of them replied in less than twenty-four hours.  Dmitry
was really getting excited.

                                 *****

  Dmitry was behind the wheel.  The limo was a piece of junk but
would serve their purpose.  He was parked in the lot outside the
immigration offices that served the port of St. Petersburg.  It
was July fourth for another twenty minutes or so.  Most of the
passengers had disembarked. Dmitry was starting to worry.

  He noticed a man he knew only by sight.  Dmitry didn't know the
man's name.  The man was an ex-K.G.B. agent and now worked for
some very sketchy guys.  He didn't believe the ex-K.G.B. agent
knew what Dmitry did for a living.  He wanted to keep it that
way.

  Dmitry was sure the ex-K.G.B. agent was meeting a courier,
bringing in some contraband from the west.  Yes, here he comes,
carrying two suitcases.  The courier was following the ex-K.G.B.
agent to his vehicle. It left a large, dark cloud of exhaust as
it drove out of the parking area.

  Dmitry looked back at the immigration building and there they
were. Well, maybe ?!  The man was stooped, wearing a very bright
red, ankle length coat with white fur all around the collar.  His
hair was very long and braided into pigtails, ten or so.  He was
wearing what looked like a cone on his head that was at least
half a meter high.  It made his hair stick out and look like
antenae.  The man in the red coat appeared to be a high priest of
some sort and was carrying two very large, decorated candles. 
They weren't burning.

  The high priest was flanked by what appeared to be two nuns,
dressed in black and white - penguins.  They were each carrying
two very large suitcases.  The trio was heading straight for the
limo.  Dmitry started laughing before getting out.

  One of the nuns had already opened the double doors of the limo
and was tossing their suitcases into the back.  The nuns climbed
inside and the high priest of whatever was carefully handing the
candles into the limo.  Dmitry rushed to the driver's side and
was in the driver's seat when the side doors were slammed shut.

  "Go, Dmitry."  I called after slamming the doors closed. 
Dmitry accelerated across the parking lot.  The roads were bumpy.
 None of us spoke.  Dmitry's English was limited as was my
Russian.  Carol spoke some German but Erin was was English only.

  "You should change clothes."  Dmitry called from the front
seat.  The three of us started to strip.  The girls had jeans and
blouses on underneath the nun's outfits.  I was out of my robes
and had tossed the hat.  We dressed in total silence.  The
costumes were packed into one of the suitcases.

  It was past midnight but still light out and the traffic was
heavy. Saint Petersburg is a city and a federal subject (a
federal city) of Russia located on the Neva River at the head of
the Gulf of Finland on the Baltic Sea.  We came in by ferry from
Sweden.

  Behind the Iron Curtain.  I'd never been there.  Carol had been
across; into East Berlin a couple of times on official business
when she was serving.  Our advesaries then, when we were serving,
and now we're exploiting them again.  Our contact with the
company was set up in a hotel room in Saint Petersburg and
waiting for us to check in.  It was good to have official
back-up.  After all who would give us our passports and papers;
grease immigration for us ?!  Of course, I would be following my
own agenda but passing information to my minders in the "U.S.G."

  The three of us kept a vigle on the cars following us.  We
finally made it to the M-18 and headed east.  We started breaking
down the candles. Each of them weighed close to fifty pounds. 
Yes, a lot of it was wax but there was twenty-five pounds of very
high quality weed in each candle. There was also about twenty
pounds of U.S. dollars plus our weapons and ammunition.

  Yea !  Okay, there wasn't much wax involved.  Erin and I were
distributing the contraban into our suitcases.  Carol was loading
the weapons.  Dmitry was still driving.

  "How long, Dmitry ?"  I called from the back.  Erin was packing
a bowl full of hemp.  Carol was on her knees looking out the
back.

  "Another twenty minutes."  Dmitry called into the back and then
smelled the marijuana.  He'd smoked some before but it was
difficult to get in Russia.  But hash was plentiful.  Willy
promised him kilos but he really didn't believe him.  That they
were smoking in the back was a good sign. "Save some of that for
me."

  I jumped into the front seat with a pound of weed.  I held it
out so Dmitry could see it.  "Got fifty of these.  Enough for you
?"  I laughed and Erin passed me the pipe.  I took a big hit. 
"Want some ?"

  Dmitry decided it wasn't smart to smoke while he was driving so
he shook his head.  He'd never seen such a large amount of
marijuana and his business sometimes dealt with people in the
drug business.  He was begining to feel that maybe Willy Tamarack
wasn't just another guy who liked to take pictures of naked young
ladies...And well, other things ?! Dmitry had to trust he made
the right decision about inviting him.  The money he was offering
was astronomical !  The weed was just a bonus he said.  To create
the mood.  In Russia that didn't take much.

                              CHAPTER TWO

  The limo was coming to a stop.  They were seven or eight
kilometers north of Volkhov on a service road just off the A-115.
 The road was more like two trails heading somewhat in the same
direction.  It was heavily forested all around them and cold.

  Dmitry was out of the limo, looking for the path.  Erin and
Carol were taking the now heavy suitcases out of the limo.  All
four of us were dressed in dark colors.  Dmitry was signaling.  I
picked up two of the suitcases and headed in his direction.

  "Two dachas about a kilometer.  Across from each other.  The
one on the left is ours for a month.  The other empty.  I'll be
here about noon tomorrow.  I'll be hungry."  Dmitry pointed in
the direction they were to walk.

  I started down the path.  The girls followed, each carrying one
suitcase.  It was twenty-five minutes before we saw the dachas. 
We'd taken a couple of breaks.  Erin ran ahead, jumped up on to
the porch and rushed into the small house.  Carol and I waited by
the path.  We both had a hand on our weapons waiting for Erin to
come back on to the porch.

  She came out waving for us to join her.  Carol and I moved to
join her.  I was glad we were going to be stationary for a while.
 It was almost a miniture house, like a doll house.  I put down
the suitcases after I entered.  Carol went by me into the small
bedroom off the front room.  Erin was in the bathroom, taking a
piss.  I wandered through the kitchen.  There was a small
refrigerator and a small stove with oven.  The pantry was full of
food as was the 'frig.  I brought out the pipe, lit it and took a
deep drag.

  Carol was into the front room from the bedroom and Erin was
back from the can.  "Dmitry has proved to be quite competant. 
The place is totally blacked out.  Good work, too !  You think
he'll deliver on the pussy, Malibu ?"

  I was taking another hit off the pipe.  "Uuugh...Yea, man !" 
Erin started laughing.  She took the pipe out of my hand.

  "We watch him like a hawk, Willy, right !?"  It was Carol,
demanding.

  "We watch him like a hawk.  I promise, dear.  I don't want to
spend any time in a Russian jail either.  But he's the real
thing.  His work is too good.  It's like mine and he's making a
mint selling special videos and photo sets, I assure you."  I
answered her.

  Erin had a lung full and squeaked it out.  "He's the real deal,
Carol, and you're cooking him breakfast tomorrow morning.  I'm
sleeping in."

  "He's not getting here until noon, you idiot."  Carol shot back
at her.

                                 *****

  Carol was setting up the computer in the front room.  It was
new and still in the boxes; some Russian model we found in the
entry hall closet. I brought three hard drives with us, just jam
packed with some very nasty porno.  I could hardly wait to show
Dmitry.  And was dying to meet some of his friends !  He said
there were more and more wanting to do it.  I was really stoked !

  The dacha was small but would do for our purposes.  Carol slept
on the couch last night.  There were some air mattresses but we
didn't use them.  And Erin was still sleeping when Dmitry
arrived.

  He burst through the back door and into the kitchen yelling,
"K.G.B. get your hands up !"  When he found us in the front room
we both had guns trained on him.  He stopped smiling and put his
hands up.

  Erin wandered out of the bedroom in just a "T" shirt; right
past Dmitry and sat on the couch.  "What are you guys doing ?" 
She asked.  Carol and I put the weapons away.

  "Dmitry, no more joking.  Okay ?"  I said.

  Dmitry put his hands down and sat on the couch with Erin.  He
liked the skin she was showing and then I handed him a pipe.

  "This the stuff ?  You promised.  Is this it ?"  Dmitry put the
pipe to his mouth before waiting for an answer.

  "Yea, this is is, Dmitry."  I watched him take another hit off
the pipe.

  "Wooow !"  Dmitry exhaled.  "Nothing in Russia like this."

  I walked across the room, pulled him up by the hand and led him
to the bedroom.  The closet had the fifty, one pound packages of
weed piled up waist high.  "You think we can smoke this much
while I'm here ?"  I laughed while Dmitry was shaking his head
back and forth.  "I imagine you could make a lot of money with
this much weed.  True or false, Dmitry ?"

  Dmitry's eyes were wide when he spoke.  "Yea...Lots and lots."

  "Good, Dmitry.  You need to introduce me to some people who
might like to buy some when we go into Volkhov tomorrow.  Now,
you've probably figured we're more than just porno producers. 
And you're right, Dmitry, but we will not put your operation at
risk while we're here.  You okay with this ?"

  Dmitry was still staring at the weed stacked up in the bedroom
closet. He looked at Willy.  "Yea.  This is okay with me.  I have
moved out of my apartment in Saint Petersburg and will move to a
new place when you leave. I have disappeared.  Easy to do here
now that government is not well organized."

  "Good job, Dmitry.  You said we could buy a car in Volkhov. 
Yes ?"

  "Yea.  I have looked at two.  No registration but good cars. 
We buy counterfit registration.  I know a guy."

  The computer was booting up when we entered the front room.  We
continued to smoke weed and were all stoned as shit when the
movies started.  This was after the girls cooked some breakfast
for Dmitry, and well all of us.  Dmitry loved getting a blow job
from Carol while he watched a couple of naked black girls roll
around on a king size bed with me.  Neither of them had much of a
bust but their snatches were covered with thick patches of pubic
hair and their cunts a bright pink.

  Dmitry spent the night and kept exclaiming over and over again
that "I've never been this stoned !"  We were all naked by then
and Carol rode Dmitry until he had to be put down.

                                 *****

  Stephan Myshkin put the phone down.  His contact, an
immigration officer, was demanding two payments because he let
two courriers through several nights ago.  The immigration
officer had the next two days off so he didn't call until today.
The stupid fuck !  Stephan would now have to track down this
phony courrier.  It shouldn't be too hard with the description
the immigration officer gave him.

  Stephan made several calls but the first was to the guy he sent
to pick up the real courrier.  You can't trust these fucking
courriers !  His guy claimed he didn't see anything unusual. 
"Anybody else waiting ?"  You had to drag it out of these stupid
fuckers, ex-K.G.B. or not.  A limo was also waiting.  Finally,
someone knows something.  He was sure the high priest and his two
nuns had changed into somethng quite different by the time they
hit downtown.  He wondered if he could find that limo ?  Next set
of calls was an all points bulletin to find a rented limo.

                                 *****

    We hopped a bus near Staraya Ladoga the following morning and
headed for Volkhov.  It took about an hour to hike to the
highway.  The bus trip was shorter.  We wandered the streets for
a while before doing some shopping in the commercial district. 
Erin and I were wearing backpacks. Carol was armed.  Dmitry was
our guide and interperter.

  Dmitry left us in a bar while he headed out to obtain the
counterfit registration for our transportation.  He was also
going to pick up the car if he could get a hold of the guy.  He
lived across town.  We stayed in the bar and talked to a guy
named Karp.  Dmitry introduced us before he left.

  The place was moderately busy and it was only about three in
the afternoon.  The crowd was a mix of young and old.  We were
sitting at a table in the back with Karp.  His English was okay.
We could communicate. That's all that mattered.

  "So...I hear I can get some marijuana from you.  True ?"  I
started. We'd been talking about all the changes in Russia after
the fall.

  Karp just nodded his head.  Then whispered.  "Hash."  I
continued.  "How would you like to try some of mine ?"

  He looked over at me, surprised, so I slid an ounce baggie
across the table.  He was inspecting the baggie.  He opened it. 
The smell was overpowering.  He quickly closed the baggie and
looked around the room. He looked back at me.

  "Where you get this ?"  He asked.

  "I grew it in America.  Sell some.  See if your people like it.
 I have some more.  Okay ?"

  "How much ?"  Karp asked.

  "A gift for you, Karp.  I will see you in a couple of days and
we can talk about how much you made.  Then decide on a price for
future deliveries.  Okay ?"

  Karp was smiling and nodding his head.  "Da.  Da.  It's okay. 
I like you, Willy Tamarack."  We drank on it and then walked
around the commercial district until Dmitry picked us up in our
transportation, a real beat up piece of shit.  The trip out to
the dacha took over an hour as we parked the car a long way away;
in a cleared out area, we found in thick forest.

                              CHAPTER THREE

  Candles and incense were burning in the front room.  Erin,
Carol and I were sitting on the patio, backs up against the wall
of the dacha.  We were smoking weed and waiting for Dmitry to get
back from St. Pete.  He claimed he was bringing a car load of his
friends and I was out of my mind.

  The cameras were set up in the bedroom.  The front room was set
up for entertaining.  We were ready.  Erin had called our
"Company" contact from the commercial district yesterday.  He
reported no blow back from our entry and emphasised that we
should be "checking six."  There were some real bad guys hanging
out in Russia now a days.

  Erin noticed them first, on the trail, walking out of the
forest.  There were five of them.  Dmitry was leading the way. 
The rest followed, a young man and three young ladies and all
blonde.  I stood, already getting a woody.

                                 *****

  The phone was ringing.  Stephan Myshkin took his time answering
it and then just grunted a response.  The caller went on for
thirty seconds or so and then hung up.  He called the ex-K.G.B.
man and instructed him to go to the garage and inspect the
vehicle, ask some questions about the guy who rented it.  Yes, he
wanted him to do it right away.  Stephan wanted an answer by this
evening.

  An hour went by before the phone rang again.  Stephan's actions
were identical to his previous phone call until he heard who was
on the other end.  His boss, Elija "The Weasel" Kruschefski, one
ex-K.G.B. guy he didn't want to fuck with.  "The Weasel" scared
the shit out of Stephan Myshkin.

  Elija Kruschefski noticed the change in voice inflection when
he identified himself.  He liked to hear that fear over the
phone.  "Stephan, how are things going ?"

  Stephan knew this sort of greeting always meant "The Weasel"
knew something you didn't.  That immediately bothered him.  He
didn't like that feeling.  Stephan took the initiative.

  "We've been working on some courrier problem down here.  Having
the limo, used in the pick-up, searched this afternoon."

  "Hadn't heard you had a problem but that's not why I called. 
Some people, east of you, have reported some very potent
marijuana being sold in small quantities.  It's not hashish.  I
want you to send some people out to Volkhov and find the source.
They say it was grown under lights. Let's find the grower and
make him an offer he can't refuse, Stephan."

  The phone went dead.  Stephan was sweating.  He didn't want to
go to Volkhov.  He didn't want to look for this marijuana grower.
 And then it came to  him.  Maybe the false courrier was the
source of the marijuana !? Stephan called the garage and asked to
speak to the ex-K.G.B. man.  He was told he was just finishing
his inspection.

  It was several minutes before the ex-K.G.B. man came to the
phone.  It was a short conversation.  The ex-K.G.B. man
immediately left the garage.

                                 *****

  Manya was blonde and very slight.  Her breasts were hardly that
but she had a good crop of blonde pubes growing between her legs.
 We'd rouged her nipples so they showed a little contrast to her
very white skin.  She was squatting over me and bouncing her
skinny butt off my lower stomach, driving my hard cock in and out
of her very juicy snatch.

  Dmitry claimed she was thirteen.  I didn't care and was trying
to remain still while the young thing fucked herself on and off
me.  Both Dmitry and Erin were filming.  Really they were video
cameras.  Digital.  State of the art.  Carol was in the front
room with the rest of the party.  We'd been going at it for three
days.  My dick was sore.  Sacrifices must be made !

  I rolled Manya off me and scrambled to plug myself into her
tiny butthole.  I grabbed some lube and squirted it on my hard,
hot cock.  A couple of strokes and I was wiggling it into her
asshole.  She was on her knees with her ass way up in the air. 
My cock looked huge, shoved into her hairless asshole.  I pulled
out, bent and reamed my tongue into her before sticking my dick
in her again.  I started fucking her.  She was making a lot of
noise and I was going crazy, just packing her fudge.

  The tingle started right behind my balls and exploded
throughout my groin.  I started jerking around as I continued to
bugger the young blonde on her knees in front of me.  I'd spread
the skinny cheeks of her butt and was just watching my pole pump
in and out of her.  I was cuming and out of control.  Manya was
yelling.  I fell out of her and rolled away.

  Dmitry was laughing.  So was Erin.  They were still running the
cameras.  I sat on the edge of the bed.  Manya had rolled up like
a potato bug and gone to sleep.  I grabbed the bowl on the night
stand, tourched it and took a giant hit.

  "You were laughing 'cause it was so hot, right ?!"  I was
stoned as shit on one hit.

  Erin answered.  "Yea, right, Willy.  Come on, Dmitry has to
take these ladies back to St. Pete this evening.  Get dressed and
let's get this show on the road."  I started dressing.  Manya
kept sleeping.  We all kept smoking weed until Dmitry left.  He
wouldn't be back for two days.  I needed the rest.

                                 *****

  Erin and I entered the bar in Volkhov.  We left Carol across
the street.  Erin and I were, again, wearing backpacks.  Carol,
again, was armed.  It was about the same time we met Karp several
days ago but the bar was much more crowded.  He was sitting with
a group of people right in the middle of the establishment and
they were all stoned as shit.

  Karp stood and waved to us as soon as he noticed us.  Erin and
I moved toward the bar.  I ordered three vodka shots.  Shit !  It
tasted like water over here, goes down so smooth.  Karp bellied
right up to the bar and we drank.

  "How is your weed doing ?"  I asked as the bartender set up
another round.  I put a pile of American dollars on the bar.

  "I have sold it all.  It has made me a lot of money but it's in
rubbles."  He answered.

  "What's the rate for dollars ?"  I asked.  He answered and we
nogitiated an exchange rate plus the price he was going to pay in
dollars for the weed.  Sounded very confusing to Carol and I but
Erin claimed that the "Company" wanted it that way.  At five
hundred a pound we'd make a little scratch but Karp was going to
make a mint.  That mint was going to draw the shark they wanted.
Or at least that's the way we understand it.

  We carried five pounds today and by then had Carol leaning
against the wall near the rear exit with her weapon, safety off,
stuck down the back of her jeans.  Karp told us there were a
couple of other guys who would like to buy some of my weed.  He
would vouch for them.  Erin stayed at the bar while I went to the
restroom with Karp.

  Ten minutes later I was three pounds lighter and had a shit pot
of rubbles or whatever in my back pack.  I walked directly to the
bar where Erin had several shots lined up.  Erin and I with Karp
and the other two buyers toasted and then we split.  Carol met us
at the bus terminal and we caught the first bus north.  Today we
were jumping off at a different point and hiking a whole lot
further.

  Dmitry was bringing four girls tonight.  Two brand new girls,
who've never been on camera.  We were going to surveil him.  It
took us over two hours to hike into where we were hiding the car.
 We rested in the shade that surrounded us.  There was really no
sun light here.  It was almost night like.

  When we first heard the car we sprang into action.  Well, we
showed a sense of urgency.  We were hidden when Dmitry came to a
stop and turned off the motor.  He was talking very casually with
the four young women. Three blondes and one brunette.  One of the
blondes and the brunette were stacked, good handfulls of breast
meat on them.

  By the tone of the conversation I could tell that all had gone
well, but then I'd expect Dmitry to be able to sooth them.  He
did the same things I did and I never raised my voice.  They were
long gone, way down the trail when I gave the signal.  We joined
up and followed.  All agreed that everything appeared cool.  We
could even pick out the new girls as they were just a little
different from the other two, who Dmitry knew intimately.

  By the time we entered through the front door, Dmitry had the
large bong full of vodka and was loading the bowl with my weed. 
The girls were lounging on the sofa and couch.  Dmitry did the
introductions but I was interested in only Natalya and Rada, the
brunette and the blonde with well developed breasts.  The other
two were identical to the girls we played with several days ago.
I wanted some meat.

  And while Natalya, the blonde, had made some pictures before. 
Rada was a virgin.  Well not literaly but she'd never been where
I was going to take her.  Erin and Carol were out in the kitchen
with one of the skinny blondes.  There were glass pipes filled
with many of my blends of weed. But Natalya and Rada were only
smoking a very special grow I did like six months ago.  I'd used
it a couple of times in the states before this gig started and it
seemed, I said, seemed to do the trick.  Tonight was another
test.

  They were sitting on each side of me on the couch.  One of the
skinny blondes was giving Dmitry a blow job on the love seat. 
Neither Natalya or Rada were paying any attention.  Both were
stoned out of their minds.  I had felt both of their tits.  Oh !
They were luscious.  I had a ragging boner in my sweats, quite
visible.  Natalya had given it a squeeze already.  I packed just
a small bud into the bowl and let Rada rip again. Her head
snapped back against the back of the couch.

  I slipped my hand under her "T" shirt and felt her bare
breasts.  Her nipples were very hard, making bumps in her "T"
shirt.  Natalya was rubbing my boner.  It was time to go.  I
stood.  Dmitry was laughing, the blond still sucking his cock.  I
pulled Natalya up first and then yanked Rada off the couch. 
Natalya helped me get the young woman to the bedroom. Natalya and
I were laughing.  She was also wearing a "T" shirt and her
nipples were very prominent.

  We helped Rada climb up on the bed.  She rolled over on to her
back and I went right for her pants.  Similar to jeans but not
quite.  I had them down to her ankles in one pull.  She was
laughing.  Her bush was dark and thick, creeping out of her
yellow panties.  I threw her pants over into the corner and
stripped off my "T" shirt.

  Natalya was dropping her pants.  Her "T" shirt was already off
and her breasts were bouncing around as she stepped out of her
pants.  They were small melon size and had large, light brown
areolae with good size nipples.  They were erect.  She was
excited and really stoned.  Her panties came off next and she was
naked.  Her bush was a brown tangle of curls, not very thick.

  I pulled Rada's panties off and smelled them.  Her nipples were
very prominent in her "T" shirt.  I pushed it up toward her
armpits.  She was still laughing and now started rolling around.
Natalya helped me pull Rada's "T" shirt off over her head.  Her
breasts were bigger than Natalya's and rolled around on her chest
like set jello.  Her nipples were tiny nubs on a small tan
areolae.

  They were both naked.  Natalya was lighting the pipe and taking
a drag off the pipe.  She encouraged Rada to do the same.  They
were both laughing now.  I slid off the bed and dropped my sweat
pants.  My boner bobbed around as I stepped out of them.  I
stroked my cock, hard and hot to the touch.

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