Jen hadn’t seen her in years. Our second week would be spent in Santa Angela, Italy. Jen said that there was no way that we were going to Europe aga...n and not spend time in Santa Angela. She wanted to see all of the places that she heard about and she wanted to meet Pasquale and Mina. We would finally go back to Paris and spend some time with Marcel and Catherine and Yvonne. I sat in the room with the light off, looking out of the picture window. Watching the City of Baltimore sleep. A short. It actually might prove to be a good thing. The rider of the bike was a male who looked thin like all the residents of the area. His bicycle was fitted with a basket which was filled with books. I dubbed the young man the tutor.When the tutor was cleared through the gate, he rode directly to the front door. The door was opened and he entered with very little fuss. So Burke had said there would be a housekeeper/cook in the house. I had plans for her as well. That is if she survived the next. He laughed. "You see, already I give pleasure. And we have exchangednothing except a few words together. You appreciate the delicacy ...?"Slowly he undid my belt and unzipped my fly. He wiggled his hand downto cup the whole ugly uncomfortable package, his warm flesh against mywarm flesh, his strong fingers around the raging stiffness of somethingI couldn't control.When I look back on it, I realize that my reaction was classicallyfemale. A strong dominant male made a sexual move toward me and it. It's bunched up at the elastic and looks really submissive in a virginal sort of fashion. Once in bed we began kissing and holding eachother tightly feeling our smoothness rub over our skin. Our nipples hard against the silk material. My wife applied lip gloss to me so that when we kissed it was as smooth as the rest of our touches. I loved it when she climbed on my back and gently kissed my neck while playing with my nipples. My ass instinctively rose to her mound and she ground it against me.