.more like begged. Without uttering a word, he smiled and he moved to my feet, he spread my legs, and lifted them high, he maneuvered between by uplif...ed legs and began rubbing his dick against my hole. With each stroke, I could feel the delight. I could feel the pressure against my hole then, "Pop," it went in...and he then slid his hard dick inside of me. In it went, deeper and deeper. and slowly it went in. "Oh, my god," he moaned, "you are so tight." I could not say a word I was so. She then started asking vulgar questions like how big my girlfriends cunt was and how many times I fucked her in a single session all this talk was making me go mad and my dick was erect and in full swing inside my pants. i tried to change the topic but she insisted on it and came a bit closer to me .I poured her and myself another peg and told her about my sexual adventures of me and my girlfriend. I soon realize that she was sitting very close to me and i can see her 2 buttons of the gown. I wasn’t really feeling too talkative. The pick-up was really cramped inside, I was covered in gunk, and I was still too embarrassed. The fact alone that I had just stupidly fell in the sedimentation pit was enough to keep me just not in the mood. Nonetheless, I felt very appreciative of Alfonso for doing this for me. There was nothing against him.But as we were arriving to the Flamenco Beach Hotel, where I was staying, I began re-enacting the incident in my head. All had happened so fast.. So?” “Let’s change the subject, okay.” “Can you imagine some boy in Florence looking up one day at The Birth of Venus and seeing his mom up there on the canvas? That Botticelli, man. I found that painting in the encyclopedia at the library when I was like six and I ripped it out and took it home with me.” Mom turned and smiled at me, as if against her will. “Vandal.” “I got a thirst for art, what can I say.” “Then go to the Met,” she said, playful now, waving me out of the room. I went.