She could wear it in four or five or six months. I then had a snack, checked out and took a taxi to the airport.The short flight to Melbourne was just...that. I was able to read more of Seven Kinds of Ambiguity on the long leg to Perth. Weena was waiting for — still excited. "PSM! You can service me in public whenever you want! Well, you may not want to for the next day or three."As we drove home, I retold the tale. We decided to be modest, not ostentatious. I'd keep the medal in its box, not on. Adriana had of course not been able to keep herself from taking a peek at Alberto’s small erection. She had often wondered how it would feel between her fingers. She had seen her sister Rafaella stroking her husband Mattia’s penis whilst she had sucked a black man’s big cock. It had looked so sweet the way her hand engulfed his penis, not to mention how romantic it must have been to stroke her husband whilst pleasuring a black man.Now, Adriana, of course, knew that the sensation of Alberto’s. I swallowed it all down, with a smile. "I better get a move on or I'llbe late." I went to the bathroom for a very quick shower, careful not toget my hair wet. I was never much of a morning person, but the wake upsession with Craig had put me in a fairly good mood, although I wasstill nervous about today. I got out of the shower and dried myself offquickly, dashed back to Craig's room and got dressed in the clothes I'dlaid for today. I put on a little make up, knowing that the school wouldhave. The bastard continued to fuck me with his fingers as I hung on his shoulders with my head resting on his chest. I let out a loud sharp cry as a hard orgasm shook my body and felt my legs give way. He quickly caught me falling and picked me up.Still shaking and softly moaning from my orgasm; he carried me in his strong arms around the building and we entered into a dark room located at one side. I saw there was a bed and a dim night light sitting on a table.The stranger placed me on the bed and.