" the man between my legs said. Eric moved from the bed and I saw the man fucking me. He had blond hair, swept backwards. His torso was bulking and a ...nake tattoo on the right side of his chest. I turned my attention to the thing going in and out between my legs. It was huge. I couldn't believe I took that thing without tearing anything.Then, another man came into view. His cock stood right in front of my eyes. Very hard and throbbing. He wasted no time and as quickly as he got up the bed he. We knew this did not give us much time in Italy but the house would be enclosed and they would be starting on the interior and we wanted to be at the ranch during that time. Also we felt we could return to Italy and Europe later if we wanted.We were scheduled to leave Denver at 11:20 AM, switch planes in Atlanta, and again in Rome for the last leg to Catania, Italy arriving at 11:05 AM the next day. I had worn my boots, nice western cut pants and suit jacket with a western shirt. Linda and. He could discern which of the females had sex recently and which ones were long dormant. Sometimes the secrets his nose told him surprised him and convinced him you could never "tell a book by its cover".There were four dominant perfume scents that seemed to be used by about 90% of the females present. There were a few oddball scents that he took longer to analyze but he soon had them all figured out.One young girl gave off a scent of fresh clean pussy untouched by any perfume scent. It was so. But, when I spoke English to them, they wouldn't hear me. They still don't." I felt the sort of weird feeling that always sets off in me. "I always sort of resented that, at least until we talked about it. They explained they really wanted me to be fluent in three languages, even if it made me angry sometimes. At the time, I wasn't satisfied, but now I understand." But, just talking to your folks doesn't make you really fluent, does it?" Fran asked."No, not really. Of course, I learned to read.