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Related post: Date: Mon, 06 Mar 2000 08:26:04 EST From: Toni Podols Subject: Randi 12Randi XII, a continuation of adventures experienced in my previous stories, is somewhat different this time. Although I had decided to be good while away with my family on vacation, something came up that I hadn't anticipated, but it was so intense, I had to write about it. It involves meeting someone with whom I worked while living in Israel many, many years ago. Obviously, as with most of the people in my stories, names have been changed. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. It meant so much to me.Please keep your feedback coming to my toni526 hotmail address. I love it and answer each email personally as soon as possible.And, now...Randi XII -- How I Spent My Winter VacationAfter nine days touring the chemal gegg models wonders of London's West End, Paris' Art Galleries and the breathtaking beaches and tranquility of a villa near a tiny village in the kinder model photo South of France, Ryan, the girls and I were finally beginning to be renewed. Freshly tanned, relaxed. And now, Israel.I had been up for the past 24 hours, nervously pacing from room to room, surfing the Internet and chatting with my Seattle friends Magic, Sue and Jeffie, searching for something that I couldn't even define. I looked at my watch and realized for the first time that it was the middle of the night. Our plane was leaving in six hours and I was still wide-awake. Frustrated, I grabbed my windbreaker, placed my combat knife into the back of my mini shorts (Hey! You gotta take care, even in France!) and quietly opened the sliders to the deck. I walked down the stairs to the beach, staring up at the huge new mayfair magazine models moon, enjoying the gentle touch of the warm breeze against my face, my mind wandering, until I reached a grouping of large rocks several hundred yards down from the villa. I climbed up and sat down, drawing my legs beneath me.I listened to the gentle hush of the sea lap at the shores, eyes closed, my mind drifting. I had just about decided that this was a very big mistake. Dangerous. Stupid. When I first moved to Israel, I was an eager fifteen year old, exiled to live with my elderly aunt and uncle as a kind of punishment for committing a cardinal sin in my parent's eyes: an affair with a married man, my martial arts instructor. Angry, troubled, generally pissed at the world; I gave them a hard time for model 4531 a while.My aunt and uncle would have none of it, of course. It wasn't long before they had me buried in work, school, new friends and I fell in love with the country, the people, the traditions, the history. Israel had become my homeland. Upon graduation, I entered the IDF, the Israeli Defense Force. My God, how exciting! How my girlfriends in the States would have envied me. Surrounded by gorgeous guys and girls.Two years later, I was on holiday in at a fabulous resort in Elat, trim in a micro bikini the size of postage stamps and flirting with the world. It was well past midnight at the outdoor bar on the beach near the nude childs model spa with a dozen others, dancing wildly with a beautiful Sabra, running my fingers through the soft curls of his hairy, muscular chest. Teasing him with feathery kisses, I danced away from his grasping hands, laughing, my booty shaking like a leaf, when my wrist was suddenly taken by a stranger who had quietly approached. I turned to see an extraordinary vision, a tall, dark, very exotic beauty whose piercing dark eyes stopped me in my tracks. Entranced, I allowed myself to be gently led toward a secluded alcove where she introduced herself as Baracha Cohen. As we approached a group of rocks, she handed me one of the two beers she held in her free hand and sat down, facing me. As she spoke, I sat opposite her, listening, enchanted, for hours as she spoke of adventures, of duty, of service. And, of danger. Ultimate danger, excitement.Thus was I recruited into what would be three years of excitement, duty, service and danger. And, terror. childmodels top teens models free And models exotic galleries horror. All of which culminated in my witnessing an event of such enormous import that I had to leave my adopted home. And, now I was returning. Thomas Mann was wrong. Wasn't he?"Yes, he was. You can go home again," Ryan whispered softly in my ear. Evidently, I had been thinking aloud as Ryan came looking for me. I leaned my head onto his broad shoulder, rejoicing in the feel of his strong arm around me, feeling so safe."Sorry to interrupt your thoughts, Sweetie. I was worried about you," Ryan whispered, kissing my cheek. "Thinking about tomorrow?""Yeah," I breathed, snuggling closer. "I was. Eighteen years, Ryan. lsg models nudes I thought those memories were successfully buried, just as yours were. I thought I was safe. But now, it's just a short flight away. Memories of wonderful times with family and friends; memories of lonely guard duty vladmodel blog in a strange and hostile land; and, worst of all, the memories of the hatred and the terror that's still there, like a cancer. Eighteen years since I walked away from the Mossad and my adopted homeland to return to the United States," I said.I looked up into Ryan's eyes, only then realizing that I was crying. "I'm frightened, Ryan. Maybe we shouldn't . . ." His finger touched my lips for just an instant, followed by his soft mouth in a tiny, gentle kiss."Sweetheart, you made me face my demons not long ago. You saved me. Why won't you let sveta model nude me do that for you, now?" he asked, gently wiping the tears streaking my cheeks. His lips boy modeling topsites returned, this time with an intensity that shook me to my bones, my toes actually curling up in my sneakers. I returned his kiss with enormous intensity, my tongue seeking his.Finally, I pulled back and looked into his eyes again. "Alright. We go. But," I said, wiping the tears with the back of my hand before standing up and jumping down from the rock and reaching out to him. "Not before you take me back inside and fuck my brains out."Entering the villa, I raced up the stairs, Ryan quickly on my tail, and dashed down the corridor past the kids' rooms and into the master suite. Ryan followed, closing and locking the door, leaning against it and watching hungrily as I stripped off my sweatshirt, and hurriedly pulling my shorts down my hips, my combat knife clunking to the floor. Naked, I raced across the floor and jumped directly into Ryan's arms, wrapping my legs around his waist. He held me easily as my arms locked around his neck, his strong arms beneath my butt, holding me against him. I pressed my lips against his, my tongue probing, demanding entrance. He carried me across the floor and dropped me on the bed. Stepping back, he began to undress, his tshirt first, his broad shoulders flexing, that thick matt of hair, becoming mostly gray now. He unbuckled his belt and slid his cutoff jeans down his legs, leaving him clad only in his shorts.I crawled across the bed, my breasts swinging wildly, my eyes fixed on the long, thick bulge that tented the front lily model pics of his shorts. 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My juices were spurting around his cock as I came in fury as he froze, his cock buried to the hilt in my pussy.We collapsed and within minutes, were asleep, still joined, my body fully atop Ryan's.Tel Aviv -- The Dan HotelAs youign model pic our plane began its decent through the high, early morning clouds over Ben Gurion International Airport in Tel Aviv, my heart made a quick detour and moved into my stomach. This despite the fact that I'd promised myself, and Ryan, that I would not let it get to me. I'd promised myself I would concentrate on letting the kids learn of their heritage and introducing Ryan to the wonders of his semi-adopted culture. I had no illusions that my coming to Israel would go unnoticed, that my comings and goings in this wondrous land would not be carefully watched. Clearing customs, we entered our waiting limo for a traffic-bound trip to the Dan Hotel in Tel Aviv. We entered the magnificent lobby and checked in, receiving a thick packet of messages that had been left for us. As we were led to our beautifully appointed suite, my mind began to flow backwards, thinking of sexo models angels the last time I had been in Tel Aviv, only days before I left this magnificent country for almost two decades.The suite was magnificent. The girls each had their own room and were busy unpacking and changing for our first day as I tipped the bellman and turned to grab Ryan. Letting him hold me, I forgot for a moment the unease I'd felt since landing at the airport. Something was alexa model videos bothering me. Some . . . thing that wasn't right. Like entering your 3d cgi models home and you feel something is out of place, moved. You don't know what it is, but your first impulse is to back out and call the police.Putting it young models bilder out of my mind, I began to unpack and lay out my outfit for our first day in Israel. Several minutes later, I heard the bell, exchanged glances with Ryan and went to the door. I peered through the unusual peephole facility built into the door and saw a tall woman and a very large man, well dressed and smiling, realizing they were being watched."Yes" I asked into the tiny microphone.A female voice spoke in thick Hebrew, a language that I barely remembered now, that they were from the US Embassy and wished to welcome us to Israel. I glanced at Ryan, nodding, and opened the door, welcoming them inside in English. As I stepped aside, they entered, both glancing at Ryan, surveying him carefully. I suppressed a smile as I walked to the 20-foot floor to ceiling glassed wall. As I turned to face them, the woman kept her face somewhat askance, avoiding direct eye contact. I wondered why as the gentleman began to speak.Ryan and I listened to the spiel with a bemused attitude, patiently waiting until they had finished. Ryan offered them each a drink as he wandered to the bar. As they fotoplenka vladmodels declined, I walked to the opposite end of the couch from Ryan and perched on the arm of a large chair. I caught a glimpse of the woman's face and suddenly I knew. My God, I knew."Ryan, would you get the lady a Hennessey's double cognac with a brushing of lime, please?" I asked, my evil smile appearing as I stared at the woman."Damn! I told them you'd recognize me," the woman grunted. Rising and walking towards me. Her arms immediately slipped around my neck and her body melded to mine. As I hugged Baracha Cohen, tears flowed down my cheeks. She pulled back from me to stare into my eyes, her fingers coming up to stroke away the tears."Damn, you're still beautiful," she breathed, carefully checking all of my equipment. "After eighteen years."I gazed at my Mossad recruiter, now about 52 or 53 years old, and saw that the years had indeed been kind to her. She was dark and beautiful, a Yemenite Jew with thick, kinky dark hair, now liberally streaked with gray. Some lines now around her extremely dark, luminescent eyes, long, long lashes, high cheekbones, a long, narrow nose and beautiful lips, over perfect, pearl white teeth.Funny, isn't it? Two decades ago, I only noticed that she was beautiful and wanted so much to be like her. Now . . .I see her in a different light. Tall, slender, with small breasts, long legs. I began to cry, silently."They told me you were dead," I whispered, touching her cheek with the backs of my fingers."Yes, I know. Some of us thought it best that we leave it that way, Darling. And, then you had to come back, didn't you?" she smiled, her hand touching mine."Ryan? I want you to meet an old friend, Baracha Cohen," I said, indicating the beautiful woman now holding tightly to my hand. "I'm afraid you, sir, have me at a disadvantage," I added, reaching my hand toward the rather large agent."Not important, Dev," she put in, her hand halting any further action on my part. "He's along for protection.""For you?" I asked. "If memory serves me well, you're better than any five men.""Protection for you, my love," Baracha said, walking to the window and drawing the curtains. "Although, judging from what I see here, you don't need much help from us," she said, nodding towards Ryan.Ryan and I looked at nude lithuanian models each other as Baracha led her associate toward the door, speaking in quite, animated tones. The man was excited and angry but deferred to her urging to leave and wait in the hall. Baracha returned and placed her large bag on the coffee table, sat down and leaned back, fixing both Ryan and myself with a grin. "I'm afraid your being here has raised some hackles. Until you leave Israel, my friend and I are your permanent friendly couple traveling with you.""Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on! Why?" Ryan was now getting angry and that wasn't a very pleasant sight. "We're on vacation. We've done nothing. What about the kids?""You don't really think that we're the only ones who know you're here, do you? They have long memories, Darling. You know that. While you were out of the region, you were safe. Now? We can't guarantee it. So, we protect you, whether you like it or not.""Now, where are your little kidlets?" she continued, leaning back to watch our faces."Hold it, hold it!" I interrupted. Okay, okay. I can understand the need for your involvement. I'm not crazy. But, only you. We don't need junior out there. As a matter of fact, I don't want someone that I can whip up on and he looks as though he could never handle me," I said. "Anyhow," I continued, "You we can sell as our company-assigned traveling secretary and nanny. We don't want to upset the kids. Deal?"Shaking her head, Baracha rose and moved to the door. "Never could argue with you," she sighed. She opened the door and closed it partially, providing a ringside seat to an extremely animated discussion with her associate."What is this, Honey," Ryan began. "Are you really in any danger? Because, if you are, we're outta here now!""Ryan, wait. Let me think. Please. Now, yes, it could be," I began, then stopped. Something just didn't ring true, here. "You know, it might be true, but I seriously doubt it. At least, not from the usual suspects. None of them are alive and no one who knew of me survived to tell anyone. No, I've got another theory, Ryan. Tell you what. Take models upskirt the kids down to the pool and I'll be down later. Okay?""Wait a minute. I'm not leaving you alone," Ryan started then stopped when he saw the look in my eyes. "Are you sure, Honey? I don't like this. You're getting me worried.""No, I think I've got a direction on it, Sweet Thing. Take the kids and give me some time with Baracha. Okay?" Several moments later, Baracha returned. I was on the balcony, staring down at the city far below, high above the midday hustle and bustle of a vital city. Glancing around the room, Baracha joined me on the balcony. "Ryan in the bedroom with the kids?" she asked, looking around,"I wanted to talk to you privately, so Ryan took the kids down to the pool through the servant's entrance. Making the most of the bright sun.""You let them go alone? Without any protection? Randi, I . . .?" Baracha began."So, tell me, Baracha," I interrupted. "Which of my stories gave you the clue that I was young lesbian models the author?" I watched her eyes grow huge as she stared at me."What? Wha . . . what stories . . .?"I approached Baracha , taking her hand and leading her to the soft green sofa against the wall and sat her down. I perched my butt on the model star nonude table directly in front of her, gently stroking the soft skin of her hand. "Baracha, I doubt anyone in the civilized world calls their kids their Kidlets. So, which one?"Sheepishly, Baracha looked down at her feet. "Randi 3. 3A confirmed it. Damn, you're still good. I model forum teen taught teem models nude you too fucking well."I watched her squirm as if she wished she were anywhere else but here. "Then, there is blujeanne models no threat against me, is there?" I asked."Look, Randi, I'm . . . I'll leave. I'm sorry," she said, rising and walking toward the sliders to the suite."Hey, hey, hey! Come back here! Baracha Cohen, you can't just drop into my life after a5 model eighteen years and pull something like shit on me and expect to walk away easy, kids xxx model girl! Now, what get your candy ass back out here! I want to know what the fuck this is all about?"Baracha stopped, holding onto the doorway, leaning her head against it. She turned and sat on the couch again, crossing her long legs and staring at her hands. I let her take her time. I was in no asian bra models hurry."When you left, a little piece of me left with you," she began. "No! Damn it! A fucking big piece. I was angry, too, because I had to face them by myself. I had to satisfy them that you weren't going to be a problem. It wasn't enough, you know." She continued, shaking her head in anger."They weren't convinced that you would keep quiet. They authorized . . . they ordered a team into the field to find you," she went on, walking to the edge of the balcony, holding on tight, her hands tuning white with the stress."Go on," I said, my skin beginning to tingle."I used up every one of my get-out-of-jail-free tickets, but I got them to cancel it," she whispered, turning to look at Randi. "I've been owned by them ever since. I can't complain," she continued "Money, great living, everything I could ever want," she said, a rueful smile across her face. "Except my freedom," she added."Oh, my God! I didn't know, Baracha. If I had, I never would have left," I said, taking her hands in mine."Sure. And your life would have been ruined! I couldn't let that happen to you. I could never . . . I . . . I just couldn't do it," she said.Staring into her tear-stained eyes, it finally struck me. "Oh, shit. Baracha. My God, you're in love with me, aren't you?" I whispered, looking into her eyes. "All these years and you never said a thing. Why?""Why?" She whispered, her eyes avoiding mine. "For God's sake, Dev. You were so damn straight, why should I ruin your life? And, now you have Ryan and a family. I just thought that, maybe . playboy modeling . . I don't know, I just . . ."I placed my finger chloe amateur model across Baracha's lips, holding it there for a moment, gazing into her mascara- stained eyes. I gently cupped her beautiful face in my hands and slowly touched my lips to hers. I heard her gasp and felt her shiver as I just kept my lips against hers, my tongue still. My teeth gently locked around her pouting lower lip, biting down, my tongue teasing the soft liquid flesh."Oh, God," Baracha moaned into my mouth as I kept chewing her lip, holding her face tightly. Slowly I released her lip and stepped back, my hands dropping down to hold hers. I stared at her, silently watching her.Age had not been unkind to Baracha. Her face had aged a little, with tiny lines famous bikini models at the corners of each eye, larger in the corners of her mouth. A small, light colored scar drew a line on her dark right cheek, just above her ear line, leaving teen model website a permanent part in her hairline, the result of a bullet taken in leotard model tgp combat. models pedo sex The same bullet had taken a tiny chink from her beautiful ear. She carried it well, a badge of honor. Taller than me, Baracha was slender, athletic, a mixture of soft femininity and masculine strength. 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I can't alexandra nn model return the kind of love you feel and I sense you understand that. My life is with Ryan and the girls and there can't be any room for more than that." I ford model h whispered, reaching sexy surfer models out to gently stroke her cheek."I'll always love you, Bar. You gave my life meaning and purpose when I was headed in the wrong direction. You gave me life. You made me a survivor and for that alone again, I can never, ever repay you," I said, settling onto the floor. But, I do you want you to be a part of my life, Bar. I don't want to lose you again." I whispered, tears beginning to streak my cheeks.Baracha's tears were now flowing without shame, her eyes alive with their reflection of me. "Little Dev," she whispered a derivative of 1960s underwear model my code name of so many years model kate neilson ago, her hand stroking my cheek, fingers touching the tears on my face. 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I let my tongue be sucked lesbian model playboy into her sweet mouth, gasping as her teeth gently held it firmly, her tongue tickling the tip. Our hands held each other's faces, not willing to release the other.Finally, I pulled away from Baracha's kiss and stood, urging her to stand with me. Staring up into her eyes, I saw the reflection of my own need and stepped back, drawing her with me and let her down the long hall to the master suite. No words were spoken as the door closed and locked behind us. I led her to the bed and sat down, drawing her down beside me. I reached my hand to her cheek, my fingers tracing the scar through her hair, then down her cheek to her chin nn models art and up to let my fingers touch her pouting, wet lips. Her kiss to my fingertips tingled, chills wandering down my spine.I reached for the bottom of Baracha's sweater and urged it free of her slacks, letting my fingers touch the tender, delicate flesh of her bare sides and her tummy. Her dark skin glistened in the reflection from the windows as I enjoyed teenmodell the feel of her softness after so many, many years. I leaned over to touch her tummy with my lips, gently kissing and licking the flesh, watching the convulsing sexy supermodels of her body to my touch. Slowly, lazily, I lifted her sweater over her head, freeing her arms and, as I usually do, kept her face covered as I began to kiss and lick her chest above her bra, her collarbones, her soft, muscled shoulders and arms. My lips continued onto her armpits, back up to her neck, kissing and licking everything I could reach. In her darkness, Baracha was moaning almost continually, savoring the secretive kissing that her blindfold kept away from her eyes. My lips moved up to kiss her lips through the material, sucking it into my mouth, relishing her taste on the material. Finally, I released her by pulling the sweater over her head and onto the floor.My lips began to lick her breasts through her bra, watching her hard nipples tent the silken material. My teeth grasped her nipples through the material, twisting them, pulling on them even as my fingers found the front clasp of the bra. As the bra fell away, I gasped at the sight of those small, firm breasts, the long, narrow nipples distended in her passion."Oh, Bar, model littel boy they're so beautiful, so perfect," I whispered, my fingers gently touching the softness of her breasts, drawing little circles all around their size. Baracha cried aloud as my fingers gently circled her nipples, touching the dark skin and the darker caps that surrounded her almost black nipples. Unable to resist, my mouth opened as my lips surrounded her right nipple and sucked it into my mouth. hot peteens models Crying aloud, Baracha's hand came down to the back of my head, drawing me closer as I sucked as much of her small breast into my mouth as I could. My fingers reached for her other breast, pinching the length of her nipple, pulling on it, drawing it out as far as I could without hurting her.I could feel Baracha's hands on my shoulders and arms through the purple silk blouse I'd worn on the plane. It felt so good to have her hands on me and I couldn't wait to feel them on my skin. Gently, she eased my mouth from her breasts and began to unbutton my blouse. As each button opened, she leaned down to kiss the newly exposed flesh, kissing all around my swimsuit model kids bra. When the last button had been released, she pulled the silken material free of my black slacks and eased it over my shoulders and arms and threw it aside. 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"My God, yes, Darling, yes," I murmured as I held her sucking mouth against me. I jumped as her teeth wrapped tightly around my nipple, chewing it like a stick of candy, her tongue swirling around and around it. Both her hands were squeezing my breasts as she sucked, pushing them together so that her lips and tongue could attack both of my nipples. I was already experiencing mini-orgasms as violent shakes passed over my body.I disengaged Baracha from my breast and urged her to lay down on the bed, her legs extending over the edge. I leaned over her, kissing light, butterfly kisses on her eyes, her nose, her cheekbones, her ears, her neck, her rounded breasts. sandra model mom I tasted her flesh and stopped.In my lust, I'd missed them: scars beneath her breast, on both sides, just above her hips. The scars on her hips nude modeling studios were from knives, the one directly beneath her breast: a bullet hole. I stared at them, then into Baracha's eyes. Her pain, her suffering was so deep, I could no longer hold back. I began to cry again, watching as my tears struck the firm flesh of her stomach. I lay my cheek down onto her stomach, letting my tears flow, shaking in my rage and my helplessness. toplist modell kid I felt her hands stroking my face, my hair, her voice whispering, soothing.Finally, I began to lick up my own tears from her body, kissing the soft, rigidly firm tummy as my fingers fumbled with the catch at the side of her slacks. Slowly, my cheek still firmly against her skin, I eased the zipper down. I pulled down on the loosened material, exposing the band of her white silk panties beneath and began to lick further down her soft, smooth body. I slid my tongue beneath the band, feeling just the beginning of her pussy fur, the kinky circular hairs that encased her sweet pussy. I rose and urged her to raise her ass to permit me so slide her slacks down her long, lean thighs and calves and off.My God, Baracha was still a beauty, her white panties so brilliantly offset from her dark body. Her juices had puddle at the V of her pussy and the stain was very visible. I rose and stood beside the bed as she sat up and opened the catch of my slacks, unzipped them and let them slide down my legs, puddling around my ankles. I watched her eyes, now reduced to slits as she devoured my body. She watched the growing stain between my legs as my juices flooded my red bush, the smooth firm skin of my thighs and my calves. I let my knees go and knelt between her legs, my hands resting on her silky smooth thighs. I leaned forward, pressing my face against her panty- clad pussy, sniffing her heated juices, feeling the wetness against my cheek. I slowly slid my hands up her thighs and up her hips to grasp the waistband of her panties. Slowly, very slowly, I began to slid them down, urging her to raise her ass to permit them passage.Groaning continually, Baracha cried out as the panties pulled free of her wetness, her kinky haired pussy slowly emerging. My breath caught in my throat as I watched her cunt be presented to me. After sliding the panties down her thighs and calves, I brought the soaked material up and pressed it hard against my face, letting the juices cover my nose and lips, licking the tart sweetness with my tongue. I reached across and dabbed some of her own wetness against Baracha's lips.I rose and began to slide my panties down only to be stopped my Baracha. Slowly, her hands slid behind me, her fingers slipping inside my panties onto my ass, pulling the panties down over my hips, my soaked red bush slowly appearing. I watched her eyes as she devoured me, staring at my pussy as she let my panties slide down my legs. Naked, I again knelt before her, my hands returning to her soft, smooth thighs, running up and down the tops and sides of her thighs. My face entered the cleft of her thighs, licking the ultra softness of her inner thighs, tasting the juices that had dripped down well past the center of her sex. Squealing as if in agony, Baracha slowly spread her thighs, opening her pussy to my view. I watched the glistening portal open, her thick lips shining with her love moisture. The smell was overpowering as I moved closer and closer, lifting her thighs from the bed and over each of my shoulders. Baracha moved her body closer to the edge of the bed, her movement exposing not only her entire, delicious pussy, but her tiny, smooth and open ass, her tiny rosebud winking in delight for me."Dev, Dev, oh, my God, my beloved. Yes. Kiss me. Please, please kiss me," Baracha urged as my mouth slowly approached the center of her passion. My tongue touched the wonderful area beneath her thighs where her ass cheeks began, pushing into that depression of her body, bringing nn models free squeals of hysteria from her mouth. I began to lick the tender area between her thigh and her pussy hair, rubbing the flat of my tongue all over. First one side, then the other. She arched her hips toward me, begging me to take her.My hands slid beneath Baracha, cupping her soft, firm and smooth ass, my hands squeezing her cheeks tightly, rolling them around and pulling them apart, furthering pree little models exposing her rosebud to my prying eyes. Completely hairless, it wasn't pink or brown, just a blend slightly darker than her skin color, wet with her leaking juices, beckoning my tongue. But, later. For now, my hands returned to the softness of her thighs, my mouth blowing gently on her soaked pussy.Finally, the tip of my tongue touched the bottom of Baracha's pussy slit, mere inches from her darling rosebud. A loud scream left her mouth at my touch, followed quickly by a lurch from her pelvis and yong kinder models a renewed flow of juice. I let my tongue trace a path through her pussy hair to the top of her slit where my fingers now spread her lips wide. Standing at attention, her clittie sparkled a bright and nude model forum glistening red, firm as a little cock. I placed my teeth around that nubbin, biting down, flicking the tip with my tongue. A loud scream hit my ears, despite being scissored by her thighs as Baracha thrust her pussy hard against my face."Dev, I'm coming!! Coming !! Oh, my God, I'm cominggggggggg!" she shrieked, her orgasm rocking the bed with its intensity, her hands holding me tight against her. I slid my mouth lower, thrusting my tongue deep into her dripping pussy hole, her come spurting out of her, deep into my mouth. I drank it, swallowed it, devoured it as my fingers joined my tongue deep inside her body. She kept rocking and screaming her passion until, bereft of fluids, she collapsed. I continued sucking and licking Baracha until she could no longer move."Oh, my God, my God, Dev, what have you done to me?" Baracha reached down and drew me up alongside her on the bed, pulling my head onto her chest, holding me tightly, her hands stroking every inch of my body, pulling my leg up across her waist. Cuddling me against her, I felt so comfortable. As Baracha's hands stroked my body, my fingers touched the bullet scar beneath her breast."Tell me about it," I asked, leaning down to kiss the scar."Border skirmish, you know. Nothing special. An infiltration gone bad," she said, turning her head free ts models away. I dropped it quickly, obviously a touchy point.I reached for Baracha's breast and began to suck her again, mouthing her nipple. I felt her hand stroking the length of my leg, my calf, my knee, my thigh, my hip. Her fingers slid between my thighs, lightly touching my pussy, sending shivers throughout my body. I arched my hips toward her, forcing my pussy against her fingers, feeling them slide inside me. Her other hand slid over my hips to my ass, stroking my cheeks, touching at the top of my crack.Baracha sat upright on the bed, pulling me up to sit beside her. Our minds working as one, we turned and sat facing each other, our legs spread wide and interlaced. Gently, we brought our pussies together and wrapped our arms around each other. Our breasts meshed, our hands caressing each other, touching, kissing, holding each other. Slowly, we began to fuck.Rocking my pelvis forward, I felt the soft wetness of Baracha's pussy touch mine, felt the great heat generated teen model cgiboard by her passion against my own, feeling our wetness mix. As our scissoring action became more intense, I could feel a mounting orgasm beginning to form, sending an intense shivering throughout my body latina models videos as I fought hard to maintain control of my actions. Soon enough, I lost that control as my body's instincts hairy babe model took over, rythymically moving again and again, grinding against her pussy, our hairs roughing each other's genitals.Suddenly, it was there. An enormous, monumental explosion of an orgasm so intense and hot that each and every hot teen supermodels muscle and nerve of my body began to convulse, spasms driving my pussy so hard into her, loud screams lost deep within Baracha's mouth, our arms squeezing as if for life itself, hands rushing everywhere, holding on for dear life.Moments later, as we lay in each other's arms, holding on, cuddling, stroking each other's bodies, I knew. I knew that Baracha was right. Had this happened eighteen years before, I would never have been able to leave Israel. Or Baracha. As na´ve as I was, as idealistic as I was, I would never have left.But, that was then. This is now. This is the real world of life, career, husband, children. My life is committed to Ryan and the kids. And, I don't resent or regret southern bikini models it for even an instant. I was just about to say that to Bar, when I gazed into her eyes. The glint there told me that our little session was not finished. Not by a long shot. I felt her hands moving on my tummy, her mouth reaching for my left breast, lips locking hard around my swollen nipple. I shuddered at the touch of her mouth, vainly trying to suck preeteen models petite the entire tittie into her. She kept nursing at my breast as a child, chewing on my nipple at the same time.Baracha's hand trailed down to my red bush, pulling on the hairs, pinching my engorged pussy lips, her finger sliding deftly into my soaked hole. My eyes clenched, my body shuddering, her finger was joined by another, then another, until she was stroking three fingers deep into my cunt. God, my mini orgasms were exploding behind my eyes, brightening my vision as if my eyes were open.Baracha sat up and gently urged me to turn over onto my tummy. Oh, Goddddd, I hope...I turned onto my tummy as Baracha began to russian nude models kiss the back of my neck, gently biting the flesh, licking the short hairs, renewing my shivering. illegal links model My body was a mass of exposed nerve endings, totally sensitive to even the slightest brush of air on my skin, let alone the talented tongue of this magnificent woman. I convulsed, moaning loudly, as her lips and tongue began to bathe my shoulders and neck.Baracha climbed atop me, her breasts touching my back, her wiry pussy hair roughing against my tender ass. I was moaning continually now as she ground her body against mine, her hardened nipples scrapping against the soft flesh of my back. My body was lurching in mini-orgasms, one after another, after another, each slightly more powerful than the one before. Slowly, Baracha began to move down my body, her hands and kisses sliding further and further down my back.At the moment sammy teen model Baracha's lips touched the swell of my ass cheeks, my teeth locked onto the bed sheet, biting down, screaming into the bedclothes. My fingers grabbed handfuls of the material, holding on for dear life as I felt her lips travel further down, kissing and licking my ass cheek, soaking it with her saliva. My god, my mind had completely shut down, aware only of the touch of her mouth on my ass. When, at last, her mouth moved to my other cheek, I was crying out french lingerie models continually, arching my pelvis upward toward her mouth. As I felt her tongue moving closer and closer to the crevice between my cheeks, I began rocking, thrusting teen dawn model back, begging her to hurry, screaming her name. Her fingers began to pry my ass cheeks apart, slowly, gently, exposing my most private part to model naked vietnamese her lusting eyes. She began to gently blow against my young asian model exposed rosebud, sending chills to every part of my body. I felt the tip off her tongue licking the soft inner parts of my ass cheeks, licking down, down, down to lick all around the perimeter of my asshole. I felt her lips softly touch the skin surrounding my spasming asshole. Suddenly, her mouth began to suck the flesh of my sphincter into her mouth."Aggggggggghh, Oh, my Goddddd, Bar!" I screamed into the bedclothes as the tip of her tongue touched my asshole and thrust hard deep into my rectum. My body automatically thrust back, devouring her hard, thrusting tongue, fucking my ass harder and harder. Over and over, I thrust back to Baracha, her hands holding tightly to my hips, pulling me against her searing mouth. My mind left me, disappearing in a flash of brilliant lights as the intensity of my orgasm overwhelming my senses, my tears flowing down my cheeks. Suddenly, I screamed aloud, losing the baffle of sheets from my mouth, freezing in time and space. Then, I collapsed to the bed, unable to move, my body convulsing spasmodically, Baracha's face still buried deep between the cheeks of my ass.Finally, Baracha began to move, crawling up to lie beside me, reaching out to draw me close to her, my face buried against her breasts. I nuzzled those soft, beautiful mounds of flesh, occasionally nibbling on her nipples. Lost in afterglow, I felt Bararcha's hands gently stroke my hair, my cheek, my back and shoulders. After a while, her hands stopped and I realized that the soft, even breathing indicated that she had ssbbw shemale modelle fallen asleep. I gently lowered her head to the pillow and crawled from the bed.In the living room, I picked up my cellphone and buzzed Ryan at the pool. "Hi. How'd things work out up there, as if I didn't know?" he smiled into the phone. God bless him, I thought."Long story, Sweets," I sighed, my hand rubbing my forehead. "Suffice to say, lover," I began, glancing over my shoulder to be sure she was out of earshot, "She's been in love with me for all these years.""Oh, shit," Ryan muttered, between his gritted teeth. "Does this bode ill?" he asked."No, darling. Nothing like that. She's tough. She'll handle it. We'll be down in a little bit to join you. She did mean it, though. She's going to stick with us through Jerusalem and the Dead sea."Laying down the telephone, I wandered into the main room, thinking of all those days together and all of those intervening years. I had learned a harsh secret while laying in her soft, secure arms. Baracha, a beautiful woman, mattsmodels couch big kept in perfect shape at 53 ( I found out her exact age only hours before), brilliant with multiple university degrees gained on two continents, was a virgin. Not physically. That's confusing, I know, but it's emotionally true. Baracha had never made love with a man. Making love, for this devastating beauty, was exclusively with women. Her experiences with men were limited to sexual encounters deemed necessary to support past missions and they had been painful, both physically and emotionally for her.Lying in bed, she teenmodel swiss had told me of several of those encounters. We cried together as I held her, soothing her, playing mommy to this beautiful woman who had saved my life. It was a painful catharsis and my heart broke for her. nonude model thumbs I told Ryan about it later while we were at the pool and the sparks began to leap from his eyes again. And, tears.Much later, after dinner and a stroll through the village, stopping into a few of the shops that catered to the tourist trade, we wound our way back to the villa where I shuffled the kidlets off to bed and poured a Hennessy with lime and ice for each of us."To friendship. To love. To friends long ago lost and now found," I toasted, smiling at Baracha, quietly noting her nervousness as she shifted her legs, moving her drink from hand to hand, sneaking the occasional glance at Ryan. And, not completely because he's a hunk, either.Ryan was outside, leaning over the veranda, staring at the magnificent star-filled sky. Dressed in cream-colored slacks with a silver antique buckle, his black Polo shirt displayed his thick arms and inurlsevina model highlighted his broad, hairy chest. His dark beard was touched with just a little more gray and included matching vertical side-by-side, almost white streaks on his chin. The same could be said for his thick head of hair. His black wire-rimmed glasses framed his baby blues and, if you looked very close now, swimming golden flecks. Altogether, teen model charming smashing if you'll forgive my obvious prejudice.Earlier at the pool, after telling Ryan about Baracha, I watched him walk towards her, still mesmerized by his body in his boxer type bathing suit, his broad shoulders and graying hairy chest glistening with sweat under the hot sun. He reached out a hand to Baracha, a daring, shimmering golden bikini barely hiding her luscious body. Seemingly overwhelmed, she glancing at me in query, accepted it and rose and they walked off together toward the outdoor bar.I lay back, enjoying the sun on my skin, my black one-piece suit molded to my body, the cut of the suit exposing my hips and buttocks for all the world to see, watching the girls splash and enjoy, my oldest flirting outrageously with a gorgeous young hunk. Knowing my little one as I do, I'm sure the red tint to his face came more from how she was posturing and what she was zuzana sexy model saying models wemon nude than from the sun. Like Mother, like Daughter, I snickered to myself.About a half hour later, Ryan and Baracha returned, hand in hand. He deposited her into a lounge next to me, leaned over and planted those succulent lips on mine, excused himself to head for the gym for a quick workout. I watched him walk away, eating up his great body with my eyes. Damn, he is so fine!"You're a very, very fortunate woman, sweetheart," Baracha inched nearer, her hand caressing the hot flesh of my forearm. I turned to her, watching her eyes glisten in the intense sunlight. "God, don't I know it.""Not what you think I mean, sweetheart," Baracha began, a tiny smile curling her lip. "I mean he's very empathetic. He talked to me about so many things that I kind of lost myself in the sound of his voice," she said, her mind drifting, her words soft. "He seems to know me, but of course, that's impossible," she said, shaking her head."No, it's not so impossible, Baracha." I interrupted. "Ryan has . . . I don't know exactly what it is, but he always seems capable of saying or doing the right thing at just the right time. And, as you'll notice, disappearing at just the right time, too. Although, he might just be enticed to join us if you're at all interested."Baracha laughed, nervously, quickly changing the subject. "Your little ones are also so beautiful. They're going to be as beautiful as their Mother," she continued, nodding toward them. "Incidentally, your little 14 year old is succeeding in seducing a 24 year old over there," she laughed, indicating the young man across the pool area."He's just a boy, not that old," I laughed. "But, yes, she seems to have him enthralled.""No, he's 24. He's my nephew. I recruited him to keep an eye when my back is turned. Some job he's doing," she laughed.I glanced over and watched as my beautiful one caught my eye, smiled and winked. "I don't think he's succeeded in convincing her she's just another American tourist to him, love," I laughed. Baracha sipped her drink, swirling the powerful cognac around in her mouth. Then, she rose and joined me at the bar, taking my hand in hers and kissing it, licking each of my fingers and all my rings, her eyes never leaving youg girls modeling mine. Her hand reached up to hold my cheek and her glittering lips touched mine, as gently as a butterfly's kiss. With a wink, she walked out onto the sandra reynolds models veranda.Ryan was lost in thought, gazing out onto the skyline. He was really enjoying the wonders of Israel and the rest of our vacation as well. For the first time in a long time, we had been together virtually every waking moment, making love in many, many ways, in many private and not-so- private places, including mutually fondling a totally naked dancer at a club in London. In all young model strip ways, teen model aganecy this vacation made up for four years of vacation-fast.So lost in thought, Ryan didn't notice Baracha's kids nadek model approach until he felt her arm wrap around his waist as she leaned over the railing next to him, her head against his shoulder. I watched him glance over his shoulder at models teenies me as he slid a matching arm around her shoulder, pulling her gently into his arms. Standing just inside the veranda sliders, I could hear the sharp inhalation of air as she nervously settled into his arms. Ryan lifted Bar's chin with his fingers, staring into her beautiful eyes. The tiny lines that framed her lips and eyes were taut with tension, panic lurking just beneath the surface. Gently, Ryan's lips touched hers, a shudder visibly shaking her body. Pulling back, Ryan continued to stare at her clenched eyes, waiting until she opened them, startled that he had pulled away."I . . . I . . ." Baracha began, her fear so palpable that Ryan hushed her gently, his fingertips touching her lips. "It's alright. Let's go inside. Nothing's going to happen to you, Baracha. I owe you a debt of gratitude that can never be repaid for giving me my wife and her life. How could I ever hurt you?"Tears began to pool in her dark, glistening eyes and ran in rivulets down her cheeks. Ryan at first reached out dia nude model with a finger to touch them, then leaned closer to touch the tip of his tongue to them instead, licking them from her soft skin. Baracha's arms tightened around Ryan's waist, pulling him closer, her head against his chest.I walked out onto the veranda and approached them. I touched the back of Bar's neck with my lips, drawing a quick inhalation of breath, more shuddering as she burrowed deeper into Ryan's chest. I felt Ryan's arms wrap around the both of us, kisses to my lips, my forehead, Bar's forehead, his hands gently stroking the soft skin of Baracha's exposed back, bring more shivers of . . . excitement? More fear?Stay tuned for Randi XIV (not that I'm superstitious, of course . . .). Please, please, and another please keep your emails coming to my toni526 hotmail email address.
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