”“Oh shit, I want that but don’t want to be a fag, understand?”“Man, you aren’t a fag, it’s just sex, a nut is a nut, and I have more in...mind to please you and make you a bitch, nobody else will ever know.”He leans over and unbuttons my jeans, I feel the zipper sliding down. Lifting my hips he pulls my pants and jockey’s down to my ankles. A raging hard cock bobbles near his mouth. Now that I’m exposed his mouth starts lapping at my cockhead.He tongues the precum like it is an elixir, no woman. I asked the husband if he knew he had sucked my cock and they both laughed as they had talked about it on the way home and wondered if that had happened. I needed a piss and left the 3 of them talking, when I returned the conversation had turned to what to do next and it seemed that the girls had agreed I owed the husband at least a wank and blow job before we moved on. The husband stood up and needed to steady himself before his wife unzipped his trousers and pulled out a semi limp uncut cock. ’ ‘My mother is not your typical Italian woman Matt, I would have thought you, above all people, would know that.’ ‘Well she certainly wasn’t any usual Italian young girl back when I knew her. Lia and I had something very special between us.’ ‘Had?’ ‘Well, it was a very long time ago Lia.’ ‘Matt may I tell you something? When we lived in Somerset, my mother once told me that her greatest fear in life was that one-day she might run into a certain Englishman. Mother told me, that she didn’t know. His thumbs were inside of her thighs and were teasing her labia and gently pulling her pussy lips open.“Oh baby, that feels so good,” She whispered. “I missed you.”Her husband answered by gently pushing her thighs apart and kissing her open pussy.Jo spread her arms and gripped the silk sheets on either side of her as she succumbed to her husband’s lust.“Oh yes, uhhh,” Jo whispered as she felt his tongue slowly probing and sucking her vagina.As her pussy flooded with sex juice, Jo felt her.