We adults enjoyed a more sophisticated version of tiramisu, Mom’s special recipe. Sinfully rich and with a BIG kick. Mom refuses to measure the alco...ol, just sloshes it in until it tastes right. Mel’s eyes sprang wide open when she took her first spoonful. I could see a request for the recipe coming up fast. The Marsala wine gives it the taste, the white rum the kick. I wouldn’t want to drive with more than two of Mom’s generous portions in my belly; with no cooking involved, the alcohol is. Barely able to breathe, Jerry said, “She’s so beautiful.”When she reached the front of the room, her father stepped to the side. For a moment, there were three very large men standing at the front of the room. As he moved to his seat, Tom paused and looked over at the other two men. Despite having met them the previous night, it was difficult for him to believe just how big they were. Standing side by side, they took up as much room as four or five men would have taken.Jerry turned and gazed. Taking my left hand off your breast for a moment and shoving everything off my desk, grabbing you around the waist and lifting you onto the desk. “Lay face down.” You doing as I command, using your forearms to prop your upper body up just a little.Climbing up onto the desk, using my knee to push your legs apart, reaching around and unsnapping my bra, letting it fall backwards onto the floor, exposing my breasts. Leaning myself down, pressing my hard nipples against your back, straddling your. I removed my tshirt and jeans in a second and was in my boxers. I removed it as well to show her how much I need her. She looked at it and then smiled. I pushed her to the wall, and lifted her leg up, and moved my 8″ inch in her. She shouted out loudly as I entered her. I started fucking her really hard. I fucked her real hard with her pressed against the wall.Then I kissed her lips, and moved to the bedroom. She made me lie down on the bed, and then moved her on top of me. She kept her mouth.