.yes. I eat," He rubbed at his own belly."Yum-yum. Er...pizza-pizza?"The soldier now frowned in confusion. "Pizza?" He seemed to think fora moment, an... then he nodded. "Si. Ci porter? un po 'di pizza."A smile finally formed on Jemima's lips. That certainly sounded likean affirmative!His strong hands then gripped Jemima's shoulders, the feel of whichmade the effeminate boy very flustered inside. "Comprer? la pizza." Hethen raised up his hands in restraint. "Stai qui."As the old man had raised. As our cups of coffee where empty he asked me "what do you mean, should we drink another one or doing what we have meet for?" First moment i was astonished but then i knew what we have decided to meet for. "if you want let`s go" i answered, and thought oh yes i really want this, i wantedt to see this espacialy wonderful smile in his eyes and i wantedt to know it was me who bring it on him. How it could go on...I payed our coffee, of course i felt like this poor ugly Guy i`ve seen myself over. She would bring her knees in and out, in and out as she sat there. It seemed like she was airing her pussy out. It always excited B seeing her open her thighs and she did it not even thinking of doing it. She just liked her thighs open and her pussy exposed for her lover.It seemed that she always opened her legs so her man lover could see her cunt or if he wanted to play with it, she wanted that too. She never said no to B. Even when they weren’t touching if he just slid his hand down lovingly. She positions himself, pushing his still hard length into her opening. She moans as it fills her. SHe grabs his shoulders, grinding her hips against his. Then she begins riding him wildly, nearly choking at the sheer size of his length. The boy leans up, sucking hard on her nipples. She screams, riding him faster. As the boy thrusts up when she pounds down on him, their bodies glistened in the dim light in the room. After five minutes, the boy begins feeling the woman pound down onto him even.