She felt a bit foolish at the moment but he didn’t seem to be judging her, which helped. “Alright, so I’m going to guess that since I know what ...verything else here is, then I’m guessing sfogiyatella is the name of the pastry?”He smiled, “You are correct my dear. It’s Italian, usually served with coffee, but I find that warm, it goes quite well with a little powdered sugar and fruit.”“Mmm, well it looks very exotic,” she replied.“If you would indulge me for a moment, the word sfogliatella. I had seen her pictures on an amateur internet website, and spent a lot of lonely nights, “rubbing one out” to her pictures. The alcohol was starting to have its effect on me, and I could feel my cock start to grow, in my pants. I was actually getting turned on, just knowing that it was her. I saw her husband walk away, towards the rest room, and I thought that this is my opportunity to introduce my self. We had spent some nights chatting with each other on line, so I figured that I had nothing. When the property owners asked her why, she showed them the initial plans for the helicopter and maintenance hangers, which abutted their properties. She said, ‘Who in their right mind would want to live behind a facility, where they are constantly going to be running engine tests, during the night time hours, and have helicopters taking off and landing right over their heads.’ The three owners agreed to sell their properties, at fair market value, before that meeting was over. Patty grinned. This was nothing less than a living, breathing goddess of sex. I would have sold my soul to the devil on the spot just for the opportunity to be her slave for the rest of my life. As she hugged my mom and my other aunt she looked down at me and I could feel myself turning red with humiliation, I just knew that she could see right inside me, that she knew my every thought. I was instantly convinced that not only did she know what I'd just thought about her but that she knew my little boy cock.