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 FROM RUSSIA WITH PEDO LOVE - I have to admit they really were very nice
people.
   He was in his 60's, in good order I would say and she was very well
developed in fact I complimented her on how lovely she was the first time I
met her.
   He was very keen that I met her and he told me that she could speak
English quite well because they learned it in Russia.  He also seemed very
pleased she was coming over because he'd been working over our way for a
while and hadn't seen his granddaughter for some months.  "You're closer to
her age," he'd said.  I was in my 40's.
   I don't know what it was but Anna and I seemed to hit it off from the
start.  He'd picked me up and we'd gone out for a drive.  Anna wanted to
buy a few little bits and pieces in M&S, some bras and panties as it turned
out.
   Vlad had laughed and said, "we'll let her deal with this."
   "Of course," I said smiling.  "Still, it's quite nice standing and
watching, isn't it?"
   He just smiled, laughed and nodded.
   I liked watching her.  I liked the way she picked things up and fingered
everything, very sexual I thought.  She looked round every so often and
smiled at me or maybe both of us but Vlad seemed to be looking elsewhere I
noticed.  On one occasion I noticed that she moved to another section and
started fingering some lingerie, far too old for her of course but once
again she looked over at me and grinning, I noticed she bit her bottom lip.
However she quickly moved back and selected some delicates more appropriate
to her age and figure.  I watched as she dawdled again and kept looking up
and then on one occasion, which I took to mean she had chosen her moment,
she lifted up a pair of very scanty looking panty knickers, very flimsy,
and she looked directly at me.  I just smiled and nodded and I noted she
smiled too.  I looked to my left, Vlad was still engaged looking elsewhere.
There was a woman shopper he seemed to admire.
   We went back to his house after that and I was invited to partake in a
little light snack, a kind of buffet.  His old wife prepared everything
while the three of us waited in the sitting room.  His wife had travelled
over with their granddaughter and was going to stay for a month and then
take Anna back later.
   Vlad got the drinks and handed me some Russian beer his wife had brought
over, a coke of course for Anna and we were invited to sit down.
   There were two sofas and a big coffee table in between.  I flopped into
one, it was one of those you sink right back into.  Vlad dropped into the
one on the opposite side of the table but I noticed he kind of perched more
on the edge.  Probably a better position when you're drinking.  Anna of
course dropped next to her Grandfather and directly opposite me.  She
clearly preferred to copy me and I watched smiling as she at first sat on
the edge and then shuffled back into chair.
   Anna was wearing a lovely short but plain short black dress and matched
with some very pretty knee length just below knee, turn down socks. 
Naturally and politely I smiled at Anna since she was looking directly at
me and as she shuffled back I began to talk to her after quickly looking at
Vlad who smiled, took a gulp of beer and then turned to shout something out
to his old wife.
   Anna replied to me telling me she would turn 12 while she was here
staying with her grandfather and as she spoke, smiling all the while I was
able to watch her as she slipped back in the chair and sweetly parted her
knees.  White cotton panty knickers if I wasn't mistaken but they couldn't
have been the new ones.  I purposefully looked as long as I thought
acceptable, she didn't close her knees, and then looking up, I smiled at
her.  She grinned back at me and I noticed that she widened her knees a
little more.
   "You're right Vlad," I said calling for his attention, "her English is
very good.
   He turned to look at me and looking very proud said, "Da, yes, she has a
private Englishman who teaches her over in Russia.  He seems very good. 
And then looking at his granddaughter he nudged her and said, "and I think
Anna has a little crush on him, doesn't she."
   Anna turned a little bit red and said something short to her
grandfather.
   Vlad laughed and looked at me, "I'm just teasing her, but I think really
she does.  He's only a young man, it is normal for a young lady."
   The old wife and the food suddenly came in.  We ate, we drank and most
of all I drank in the lovely sight between nearly 12 year old Anna's lovely
well developed legs.  She kept smiling at me, and that was nice too.
   We finished and the old wife cleared up and then spoke to Vlad.
   "We go for rest," said Vlad, "you can rest here, it is big enough I
think.  A few hours, it is her routine.  We go out later, ok?"
   "Well," I blustered, "I might go for a walk if that's ok?"
   "Ok," said Vlad, "up to you but we drink later ok, we go somewhere and
drink.  Anna, come on."
   "I want to go for a walk too," she said.
   There was a bit of to and fro and most of it aimed at me not wanting to
be bothered, the usual stuff.
   "No, no," I said, "it's the least I can do and actually, I would like
that very much."
   I have to say I was surprised at how quickly she took hold of my hand
when we were out.  A Russian thing perhaps, I thought.  Vlad and his wife
had agreed she could go out and as Vlad said, "good for her English
studies." And I have to say I thought he was right, there's lot of ways to
improve your English, it all depends on the student's willingness to learn.
   There weren't that many people about, it was a suburbs and very close to
the countryside.  A short stroll and you were out in the green belt.  I did
notice we got quite a few admiring glances from those we did come across,
especially from the older people, the older men.
   "So you like your English teacher in Russia then," I was saying to her.
   She pulled a face, "Dedushka, grandfather was teasing.  He's good
teacher, but he is boy."
   "Oh right," I said, "how old is he then?"
   "I don't know," she said, "18 or 20 something."
   "Ah right, yes well that is quite young," I said, "you're very mature
really aren't you, very grown for your age."
   She smiled at that, "da," she said, "yes I think so." She had a very
sexy accent.  "He is to me young, but I like more older guy."
   "Oh yes," I said, "yes I can understand that.  To be honest I was quite
surprised to find out you were 16." Of course she was no such thing, she
was 11 but she simply smiled and didn't correct me, "I would have thought
at least 18 to tell you the truth." And again she smiled.  "Look, shall we
go across here, we can enter the woods from along this path."
   She was keen, she told me that she lived in the countryside in Russia.
   It was a lovely warm day, one of those still days and we entered a
woodland of densely packed fir trees.  There were pine needles shed all
over the floor, millions of them, it looked like a carpet.
   "It is like Russia," she said, "same near my home."
   "Do you like it," I asked.
   "It is lovely," she said, "it is romantic."
   "Yes it is," I said, but thinking what strange language for an 11 year
old to use, she was indeed very mature.  "You'll have to tell your
grandparents when we get back."
   "Da," she said and then, "we are not go back yet are we?"
   "Oh no," I said, "not unless you want to."
   "No," she said, "I want to stay with you."
   "Me too," I said squeezing her hand a little tighter, "I like being with
you, you're great to have as a friend."
   "I like be with you," she said smiling up at me, "you are nice, good, I
like you."
   "Oh and I like you too," I said.
   "If you are my teacher in Russia, I will like you," she said, "and not
the boy now."
   "Yes," I said and it was me who was pleased this time.  "We can go a bit
further and see if we can find a place to sit if you like?"
   "Da, yes I like," she said squeezing my hand tightly this time.  She
looked just like an excited little girl should, "then we can learn," she
said.
   I stopped and turned round, "look," I said, "we came from that direction
and we've only walked for a few minutes and you can't even see the edge of
this wood, you can't even see where we came in.
   "Da," she said, "it is same in my wood in Russia, it is like secret
place."
   "Yes it is, isn't it," I said smiling.  She was smiling too.
   Eventually we came across an area where some of the pine trees had
collapsed, it was very attractive.  She loved it and we decided to `camp'
out there for a while.  We both got down on the ground and leaned against a
large tree that had collapsed.  It was so still and peaceful, no one
around.
   "You bought some lovely things today," I said as a conversation starter.
   She smiled at me and then I felt her hold my hand again.  "Da, I think
you liked them."
   "I did," I said.
   "And the black ones," she was teasing.
   "Oh yes," I said staring down at her, "they looked very nice and I
thought they would have gone well with that lovely dress you're wearing."
   "Da, I think you are liking them," she said, "but I think grandmother
not like them.  And in English what are they saying for them?"
   See, I was teaching her as Vlad said.  "Cami-knickers," I said.
   "Cami-knickers," she repeated "and you are liking them?"
   "Yes," I said, "they would be nice for you, and I think boys can wear
them too."
   "Boys," she said surprised, "the boys who like the other boys?"
   "Uhm, well I don't know, maybe," I said.
   "And are you liking the boys," she asked?
   "No," I said, "I like young ladies like you."
   She smiled and nodded.
   "Anyway," I said, "I think you prefer the white ones."
   She laughed, "and you like those?"
   "Oh yes," I said, "very much and I think they suit you very much."
   "We can kiss," she suddenly said and I looked down at her?
   "Uhm, oh yes, we can kiss if that is what you want.  I certainly want
to. Why don't you come and sit here on my lap, I think that would be
better." I patted my crotch.
   She had to straddle me of course and of course that dress needed a
little assistance in order for her to comfortably accommodate her sitting.
Those pretty snow white cotton panty knickers were so sweet.
   She sat tight up against me and we went at it.  I let her lead and she
had no hesitation in immediately forcing her tongue into my mouth.  I had
no hesitation in responding after that and used my hands to good effect. 
Her little girl bosoms felt lovely under her dress.  I'm not sure how long
we swallowed each other's tongues but it was a good minute or more.  She
seemed very hungry and I wasn't going to stop until she did.
   She pulled her head back and gave me a very big almost challenging grin.
"You are very good, very experienced." She nodded at me.  "Shall we strip,
there's no one around?" She grinned and nodded again.
   I naturally assisted her to stand and then wobbling to my feet, standing
in front of her said, "shall I strip first?"
   "Da," she smiled and then, "I will help."
   She did most of it and she looked very pleased when she sank to her
knees and pulled my shorts down.  She grabbed my erection immediately and
after grinning at me, she licked the tip.  "I will do it to you first," she
said and then proceeded to masturbate me.  It was very back to nature, me
standing there naked being wanked by preteen 11 year old girl who was fully
dressed.
   Of course it was by no means the first time I'd been wanked by a preteen
lady, junior women always seemed to really enjoy it when they are able to
masturbate a man.  It was very pleasing indeed.
   As ever, I came within a minute but what I noticed was that this was no
first timer, she seemed rather good and she held my prick off to one side
when I shot the wad.  It didn't land on her.
   "That was excellent," I said, "you really are well developed, very
mature and I think, quite experienced too?"
   "Da," she said as she started squeezing my cock to bring the last
remnants of spunk out, "you will lick my, uh, what is it call in English,
my pizda, my, here, here, you will lick for me?"
   "Vagina," I said dropping to my knees facing her, "or pussy, or fanny,
or kitty, or slitty, you can say cunt also."
   "Da, you will lick it for me," she said nodding, "my cunt, you will
lick."
   "Oh yes of course I will, that will be by absolute pleasure" I said,
"but may I first of all strip you?"
   "Da," she smiled, "Da, but I will do the dress."
   I knelt there watching as she wriggled out of the dress quickly and then
kicked her shoes off.  She also went to take her pretty socks off but I
stopped that.  "This and this," she said pointing first to her little
flatties covers and then to her little girl kitty covers?
   "Oh no," I said, "leave those to me, just lie down here for now."
   "But," she said as she started to squat down.
   "Don't worry," I said assisting her to get down, "I've given pleasure to
so many ladies your age and actually, some a lot younger." I made sure to
position her comfortably, legs apart and knees raised.  "You won't be
disappointed."
   She giggled as I got into my best position to eat her little fanny, "I
like it you say ladies," she was saying, "you like ladies my age better?"
   "Much better," I said and then sank my mouth over her soft little
cottons to nuzzle her cunty heaven underneath, "is that nice," I said after
kissing her little mound a few times.
   "Mmmmmm," she replied.
   I raised myself up and leaning over her prepubescent body I moved to
inspect her chest.  Nuzzling first I very quickly realised that she was
wearing a padded starter bra.  They're quite common everywhere, I knew
that. "Lovely bosoms," I murmured as I went from one cup to the other, one
of my hands was of course firmly cupped over her crotch and I could just
feel a little light dampness through the cotton.
   And that's when we received a visitor, an old man chanced upon us, "I
like little bosoms too," he said "and I've been watching you both.  I'm
sure you wouldn't mind letting me join you or would you rather I left and
mentioned what lovely sights there are in the woods today?"
   We both fucked her, well I fucked her cunt and he managed to limply
deliver a small amount of sperm into her mouth.
   After that, well we just walked back.  But I have no idea what happened
to the old man.
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FROM RUSSIA WITH PEDO LOVE