“Do you, Oliver?” The sound of Liza’s voice breaks through the fog in my brain, like the shrill call of an alarm in the morning.“Ah, pardon?�... I stammer.She shakes her head and says with a patient little smile, “I said, do you like fishing?”I seem to have missed a large part of the conversation, as I have no idea what she’s talking about but with an almost imperceptible glance at Ethan, I say quickly and with great gusto, “Yeah, sure. I love it.”Just to be clear, I haven’t been fishing since I. It took all I could muster, to keep from filling her throat with my cum. I wanted more - I wanted my cock inside her hot Italian pussy, planting another baby to swing in the Ricci Family Tree.Sienna was lying on the bed, stretched out on her right side, her head resting on her hand as she propped up, her eyes met mine when I looked toward her. She smiled when I reached down to grab Rosella’s upper arms and pull her to her feet.Rosella came at me with her mouth slick with her saliva and my. Mark pistoned in and out of me harder and faster than ever. I could tell that he was getting close as well and I said "I want you to cum with me. I want us to cum together." With that, Mark increased the grip both in my hair and on my hip as he continued to fuck me like an animal. I felt his already huge cock swell as he leaned over me. As he started to orgasm, I achieved mine as well as my walls grasped at his cock. Mark growled like some wild beast and he bit my soft neck. I could take no. Soon she made her presence down the short hallway wearing a white bathrobe as was I, provided with the room. She looked beautiful in the dim light from the hallway, make-up intact and hair still unmussed. She strode up to me and stopped...opened her robe slightly and here I was confronted by twin towers of quivering cellulite! Those magnificent large aged legs, especially those thighs right at eye level. I felt she was encouraging me silently to touch them, just as I had dreamed of doing.