Actually, it was two little things, my b-cup titties, that started it. "Show me your tits" is a common refrain among young men. Overly-optimistic and ...xpectant, but usually disappointed, they bark these words at women all the time. It was a hot, humid summer day and sundresses were as ubiquitous as mosquitoes. I was no exception. Breezy cotton and spaghetti straps strike a balance of coverage and ventilation that most agree is socially acceptable attire. My dresses tend to be smaller and. This wasn't her typical crowd but had promised to make an appearance. I returned to the champagne fountain when a flash of dark maroon silk caught my eye. She stood amongst a group of men, casually talking and flirting with them. She was... impressive. Her hair was down but curled around her shoulders, silver jewelry, in a gown of deep maroon that fell to the floor and cradled her breasts beautifully. She wore no makeup but it wasn't needed with the creamy peachy complexion she possessed. My. While I was eating her out, her moans had turned into load muffled screaming. not to disturb her son in the next bedroom which had come home five minutes before. I lifted her legs back open and positioned me in-between putting her legs on my shoulders then inserting my hard cock in her wet little pussy. Then I slide her black nightie over her head and off her body pumping my rock hard tool in and out of her soaking wet cunt. I sucked her swollen little nipples. And was pinching them while I. She looked at him. Tom knew this panicked look. “You’re just having cold feet. Luca loves you. He wants to be your husband and the father of your baby. The baby you both created through love. Do you understand?”Luca looked at Tom funny. He just lifted his hand to silence him.“Kay?”“Yes?”“What are your thoughts right now? Don’t hold back. It won’t help.” Tom said softly.“Um...” She had tears in her eyes. “I don’t want to trap Luca. He ah ... He will give up the things he loves. He asked about.