The two of us were on the Autostrade, on our way into Milan. The windows were down and the sunroof was open. Warm, dry wind ripped through the cabin, ...angling our hair and wrecking our maps. I could barely hear the radio over the rushing air. My brother had only gotten his driver’s license a month earlier back in North Carolina. Against my better judgment, I let him take the wheel, once we had gotten past Varese. My judgment, it turns out, was more than a little off that entire trip. “Gerry,. They had moved to Bill’s living room and were halfway through a second bottle of wine when he asked, “How is your love life?” She laughed and said, “That’s a little personal isn’t it? Maybe I should ask you the same question.” Bill smiled, “My apologies. Maybe I was being a bit forward or I’ve had a bit too much of this wine. But to answer your question, it is a bit on the slow side.” “It’s ok. I was just busting you. Not too much going on with me either. And to be honest, I miss it. It is. I can’t understand why he has accused me of this because I know that he loves me.’ ‘I have read the police report and they have evidence that you are the only person that could have done this. There’s the evidence that you were seen together by dozens of your friends at the opera. Do you deny that you went to see ‘La Boheme’ at the opera?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘There is evidence that you and James were dropped off at the front of your apartment building at exactly 11.33pm and you were seen entering the. Her pussy was the most amazing sensation that I have ever had, and I moaned to her with each thrust of my cock. I was sucking away on her neck, her moans and whimpers filling my ears, and my fingers were tugging on her erect nipples.I drove deeper into her when I felt her push her hips back at me, our bodies moving together with the steam rising all around me. Roos-anne flexed her pussy around my cock, and she started to cry to me that she was going to cum. I pushed forward and buried my cock.