Your clothes are on the table and no doubt soaked by now so you can’t go home in those. I think you better stay with me tonight.’ ‘Yes, maybe my...clothes will be dry by then. Good plan, but we have to walk back in the rain now.’ ‘I don’t mind at all. I have towels and we can get warm I’m sure.’ Chapter One Hundred Forty Two It was after Anita had an orgasm with Dennis, and was now slowly riding his invincible cock that the phone rang. ‘I have to get that, lover,’ so she reached for the phone. The images swirling around my head were making me dizzy. From the moment she started I was rooted to the chair and at times found it hard to get a breath. Now that she was standing there having finished – all I could feel was raw lust I so badly wanted to fuck her myself. Never since my prostate operation – that made my cock lifeless – did I want anything so bad. Then she stepped closer to my chair. Do you want to touch my cock John? I drew back in the chair and cleared my throat. Say again.. “Are you ready to take Ettore and Tasso to your bed now, Clay?” Lorenzo asked in my wake. I didn’t answer. I just kept walking. I should never have confided my plight in fleeing from New York to Lorenzo.When I came back moments later to retrieve my sketches, I saw Lorenzo, laughing, pulling Federico into his bedroom. Federico was laughing as well. Were they laughing at me for showing I was frustrated and embarrassed? What had I gotten myself into in agreeing to come to Italy?Lorenzo Scarlotti. “You must think I’m a desperate old fool.”“No, not at all – and you’re not my mother, are you?” I let my hand trace down her neck and lower still, pulling her robe apart as I went, until her breasts were revealed to my hungry gaze. “My mother would never allow me to play with her tits in the kitchen.” I began to gently caress her mounds. “Nor would I ever want my mother to stroke my cock.” I took her hand and brought it to my rigid member and closed my eyes as she began to stroke its length. I.