Marta non si trattiene in nulla, rantola si agita è un vulcano…. Dopo molto tempo si ferma, è venuta non so quante volte, ansima…. Il mio cazzo ...ncora bello turgido…..”Non sei venuto” dice “Sono duro a farlo” rispondo “Meglio così” dice lei con un sorriso e si fionda ancora con la bocca sula cazzo…. Bocchino perfetto, veloce al punto giusto e con una pressione perfetta delle labbra…. Slinguazzate sulla cappella scoperta….. la fermo e la giro, si prepara alla pecorina, le sputo sul culo e punto. I pulled off my panties and put the gown on over my head. When it was clear of my face, I looked at my reflection in the mirror. The filmy white fabric flowed down over my nakedness, hardly concealing me at all. “Oh God, please make him like what he sees,” I prayed. “Please let him think I look good.”I walked back into my room. Dad had turned out the overhead light. He was standing at my desk, the desk lamp turned to glare in my face. He was in the shadows behind it.“You're beautiful,. "The same for me," a female voice added with just a hint of an accent.I turned to look and popped my eyebrows in recognition. You probably would too. Female tennis player. Blonde. Last name ends in "-ova". I realize that only narrows it down to about twenty women, but you get the picture. I won't mention her by real name, but for now, let's call her ... Karolina. Yeah, she looks a little like a Karolina.She smiled politely and jerked a thumb back at my swimming teammates. "What's wrong? Can't. I have been divorced for 4 years now and like it that way. My kids and I have a very open relationship and can talk about anything. My son has walked in on me changing or getting out of the shower and I have done the same thing to him. I think maybe that's why I am a little restless tonight.He had decided to use my bathroom to take his shower before going out. I walked into my bedroom just as he was drying himself off. As he walked past me to his room there swinging back and forth was his.