Only he wasn’t Italian. He’d changed his name for the sake of his art. Morgan Dennis was unreadable. She had black hair, always tied in a tight bu.... She never quite looked straight at you, even when she was talking to you. She dressed in baggy jeans and a sweatshirt, even in the heat of July, so who knew what she was shaped like?We were there to learn the fine art of painting on wet plaster—affresco. I’d painted two wall murals, but they were both on dry surfaces—a secco.We spent the first week. Her friend began to undress. She pulled off her husbands pants and slide down his boxers. My wife could not believe how tight her friends body was. Her friend began tugging and stoking her husbands cock. It was at at this time my wife asked me if I was uncomfortable and wanted her to stop.To be honest I was getting so hard I wanted to know more. She he was only going to watch. But as her friend was stroking her husband my wife told me she could see his cock getting harder and harder. She was. My kuch der rukh gaya.Rehana aunty ne pucha kya hua radha aunty ne kaha kuch nahi, kuch der baad radha aunty khud hilne lagi my ab chodna shuru kiya aur mera speed badatha raha. Wo bahut pleasure le rahi thi.My bed par letgaya tho rehana aunty mere face par baith gayi. Radha aunty mere lund par dhere se baith kar raid kar rahi thi. My tho rehana aunty ke chooth ko kisi kuthe ki tarah chat raha tha kuch der tak aise hi kar rahe the.Aur mera cum radha aunty ki gand mein jadd gaya, aur wo mera. Keeping one hand on her head, I guided her actions as she started to get more and more into it. Just then, there was a vibration on the table beside her as her mobile phone started to ring. She took one hand off my cock, picked up the phone and looked at the display. Her eyes bulged wide as she recognized the number as being my sons mobile. Eyes wide with shock, and with 11 inches of cock sticking out her mouth, she looked up at me in panic. well, arent you going to answer it? I asked as I.