Garbled mess of what Amber could only fathom as Russian aside, even Amber was surprised - after the fact anyway - at how the Russian Ork handled her rather shocking outburst.  It was comfortable - shockingly really - laying upon the woman's heavy bosom, herself covered in her own spunk and her ass stuffed with the slightly shrinking futa-meat.  It still took a while for the tears to subside, but eventually they did, leaving her sniffling as she tried to re-learn how to speak English again.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry..." she whispered, nestling further into the woman's bosom, reaching up to stroke her cheek, the other her bosom "I just... it finally struck me that... well, I don't know who I am... or anyone else... no friends, money, nothing... I'm so sorry... you made me feel really good, promise... just... can you stay with me, please?"