”“Laying it on a little thick, aren’t you, mister?”“Don’t blame me. You’re the one that told me all about your exploits back in high sch...ol.”“You can’t seriously be going there.”“Going where??”“I know you and your filthy mind. You’re trying to set me up!”“No, I’m not,” I lied. “I’m just thinking about your story and how much pleasure you gave those boys and was wondering if it could ever happen again.”“Do you know how long ago that was?”“Exactly. That’s the point. That kid is looking at you as. When she came to sleep, Nikita and me were in one bed sheet and he was in a different one. What I did slowly I was touching her boobs with my eyes closed. She was talking to him and but I was touching her. She had turned towards him, Slowly in our bed sheet, I started undressing her. I removed her pant, her panty and they were still talking. But she was cool since she was covered in the bed sheet. Later he pretended to be sleeping. Then I removed her clothes completely and lifted the bed sheet. They had lived on the streets like hunted animals. Then in a quiet tone she told me how she had seen her mother beaten to death in a riot after Mussolini's downfall. Nuns at the church had taken her in and had cared for her until my uncle found her.There was a poignant pause of silence. The record player had stopped. She was looking at the picture on her table and she reached up to touch it. She sniffed. I rose from the bed and went to stand behind her. I was feeling some remorse for my earlier. “Good morning sunshine,” she gently whispered, “I missed you.”Alex let out a yawn and opened her eyes, “I can see that,” she pointed to Sam’s erect cock, “Up so soon? Wasn’t last night enough to sate you?”“It wasn’t enough to sate you as well,” Sam pointed to Alex’s own erect cock. It was tenting the blanket and living very little to the imagination.“Okay, you win...” Alex consented, “one round and then I want my coffee.”“Can we use my favorite?” Sam half bagged.“Sure, why not,” Alex agreed.