So I started running my fingers through her hair. I gave her a soft little kiss on the top of her head. She looked at me and said, ‘Grazie Popie.�... It had been 20 years, but I recognized the phrase. It was Italian for ‘thank you, Grandfather.’ You see in the late 1980’s I was stationed in Italy courtesy of the US Army. I picked quite a lot of Italian while I was there. If a guy wanted to get close and personal with one of the bar girls speaking the language was necessary. This little girl was. Opening the top drawer I found a ***********ion of bras. Sorting through them I picked the black one, with pinkish red lace flowers around the cups. Going down a drawer I found her panties, bikini on the left, thongs on the right, and assorted in the middle. Pulling out a bright red thong I quickly figured out it wouldn't work with my assets, and I exchanged it for a black pair of bikini cut, with matching pink and red lace around the trim.Feeling the panties in my hand, they were soft, smooth.. I made a note of it. I waited until I was out of sight of her little house before I called Debbie Atamore.“Miss Atamore,” I asked after she answered the phone.“It’s Mrs. Riley now, how may I help you?” she asked.I fed her the same line I fed Laura’s mom. “So has Laura kept in touch with you?” I asked.“Not really, I haven’t heard from her since our five year high school class reunion. Sorry I can’t help you,” she said. She had been quite pleasant as she told me nothing. I put a star by her name.. I moaned groaned, nearly blacked out again, but I fought, and stayed awake. After what seemed like an eternity, stopped Cumming. She stood up, and brought the pitcher up to eye level. I could see the measuring lines on it, and read that I had cummed nearly a half gallon. I could not believe it. As I watched, the girl drank the pitcher of my sperm. I could not help but get horny. After she had downed the pitcher, she seemed like she was deciding how it tasted, then seemed to make up her mind..