I was in shock, but it felt so good, an electric shock ran through my body as her lips pressed against mine. I put my hand on her face as I opened my ...ips slightly and continued kissing the women of my dreams. My second hand held onto her waist as her tongue gently massaged mine inside my mouth. I felt weak. I couldn't believe this was happening. She stopped kissing me. Turned around and lead me upstairs to my room. As she sat me down on my bed, she gestured for me to unzip her dress. I didn't. We just waited until we heard my son closing the front door behind him.Then she said: "So, now you found out. I fuck our son. And I love doing it. You can judge me if you want."I had no clue what to answer. But I went over to the sofa, my pants still dropped, she still naked with cum dripping out of her cunt, and sat next to her: "And now?" I have no clue," was her answer."Me neither."So we sat there. Really close to each other. No air between us. Staring against the turned off TV for a while.. I slept dreaming of her structure and days are going on and we were talking little closely and she used to call me to her house when her husband was not there and I used to sit on sofa and we talked about our works and family and she used to tell me some work and I used to do and became more closely and I sometimes used to help her in kitchen where her husband used to go early morning at 6am to office and while helping her I used to touch her with my hand and slowly touch her ass with my cock. Some say she is Egyptian, others that she is Syrian. What is known is her influence in the royal court of the Kingdom of Two Sicilies and that she has a bodyguard of six Nubians, armed with sharp scimitars.”“You say my si – my friend’s sister was previously Giuseppe di Campania’s companion. Can you be more specific?”Caracciolo gazed at me for a moment before speaking.“Giuseppe di Campania is a pimp, and has a gaggle of young women who he refers to as his ‘Tour Guides’. He rents out these.