By the time her 8 weeks were up she'd be well prepared for Italian studies at college. But first she was hoping to learn some more. She'd been flirtin... with an Italian bartender for two weeks. He was the perfect Italian stallion. She knew that he wanted her and she wanted a sexy guy like him to liberate her from her virginity.Nick Conti walked down the familiar streets of Rome. His parents had emigrated from here before he was born, but frequent visits as a child, and biannual business trips as. I decided to go down to a nearer bar. It was normally filled with rough people, truckers and wanderers. I knew that I would get lots of stares going there, and I wanted to know that every man in that place would want to fuck me. I decided to wear a short skirt, leaving my thong at home. My top was a silky one, which meant that my bare nipples showed through. Of course I was not wearing panties on my sun tanned long legs, which looked perfectly shaped on a pair of “fuck me” high heels. I watched. No strings. I just want this moment. But if I don't get to see you out of those clothes and in your sexy panties I'm just gonna burst!" I kiss you on the lips as you reach for your wallet to settle the bill.Before we know it we are in my hotel room, kissing furiously as I stroke you through your slacks. I guide you to the bed and sit you down, as I start unbuttoning your shirt. You let me undo your belt, and then unbutton and unzip those gray slacks.Yes, the panties are green and lacy... with. I turned to Beth and whispered, “Let’s do it.” Beth nodded and we got up and approach our mother. Beth and I had made a pact that this was the week we were going to challenge our mother. We had been working up the nerve to do it all week.We stood up and went over and stood behind our mother. Beth complimented her, “You look really nice this morning, Mom.”I put my hands on my mother’s shoulders and rubbed my thumbs into her shoulder muscles.“Oh, that feels nice, Steven. I think I will sit right.