I couldn't focus in art class, I kept thinking about the firemen in the parking lot, about being fucked hard in the back of a pick up truck, having my...breasts squeezed and pulled. I, some how, made it through the day and back home. I stripped down and started reading my favorite erotica and felt my nipples get hard, my juices started to flow. But I wasn't in the mood to finish quickly tonight, I teased myself. Long slow stroke of my fingers, purposefully avoiding my clit, waiting until I was. ‘I’m sorry I hurt your feelings, I didn’t mean to! I-I was jealous, that’s all! I just couldn’t stand the thought of you making love to another man…. I-I’m sorry, honey!’ He was leaning over her now, his face just a few inches from hers. ‘Well, if you think you can get around me like tha… mmmnngh!’ Her words were cut off, as his mouth enveloped hers. She struggled, half-heartedly, for a few seconds, then relaxed. ‘Mmmmngh!’ she murmured, as they kissed, passionately and deeply, oblivious to. That night was very difficult for Francesco, who felt he was losing his beloved wife. He was frustrated and torn psychologically. As an Italian man, he felt very much his lack of virility and knew that this made him less of a man than all his friends who had no difficulty doing that duty as husbands and lovers.***After a couple of days, it was Becca’s turn to act. She called Francesco, asking him to meet her, telling him that she had talked with Giselle and was very worried and concerned about. So she turned herself around, hoping that he would only think she was attacking him from a different angle. Her reactions were immediate, ranging form near choking on the cock in her mouth to a wide smile on her face as she felt something entering into her dripping wet pussy. It was his finger and he had read her mind all along as he slid one into her. His hands were strong and somewhat large enough to fill her hole and it felt so good to her to have him fingering her like this. His cock.