Italian Cemetery VisitFrancesca went to the cemetery in her village to water flowers on the grave of her deceased husband Enzo. When she was finished,...she always walked backwards as she left the grave. One day, her friend Bianca asked, “Francesca, why do you always leave the cemetery walking backwards?” Francesca answered, “When Enzo was alive, he always told me, ‘You’ve got such a great ass, it could bring a dead man back to life!’ So, I’m not taking any chances!”Finding a New HouseA lawyer,. ’‘For what?’ I heard myself say.She appeared at the door with a glint in her eye. She was wearing a short sundress, thin straps over the shoulders and she looked lovely. She came into the room I was working in and kissed me. Her mouth felt soft against mine and her tongue found its way around my throat easily. She had done that before for sure.‘Come and fuck me. I need you, Simon.’I dropped my tools and followed her to her room, my cock swelling in my shorts already. She hitched her dress up to. “Fuck yeah.” She grunted as she bucked her hips back at me. “I thought we were just going to relax here though.”“That was your plan, mine is to fuck a baby into you.”“Damn goat men, thinking with your dicks.” But she wasn’t unhappy about it.We stopped talking and just fucked then, our light banter turned into enthusiastic sex. She came twice but never stopped bucking her hips as she did and when I came I found myself holding my breath as I concentrated on the sensation of emptying into her.As I. . I'll agree to ANYTHING. I even bought that instimatic camera She sugested I buy. But I wake up and fight back like mad the next e-mail, provong Her totally fucking WRONG by calling Her every name in the book!!!And It's NOT a little girl's spoiled tantrum, believe you me!!!!!Afterwords She'd calmly wait for me to finish during these bouts where I would rear up on my hind quarters and ball Her out, then firmly instruct me how I'd eventually regrets speaking to Her and soon be apologizing.