”I was not ashamed of my need. My sanity depended on this mad sex with him.“Your hand was between your legs. Now I know that the bitch in heat in ...ntonio’s villa was not really you, that it was just a role you had to play, so there’s no way you were fingering your pussy and thinking of what happened today.”I swallowed hard, shocked that the attempt at humiliation hadn’t worked at all. On the contrary, it added a little edge to the taboo scenario. Not that it needed any more. There we were, me. Not so much. He liked to talk about himself. He was one of those guys who would tell you how much he made (which was no insubstantial amount) and how many languages he could speak (three) in the same breath. Just by looking at him, you could tell he put a lot of time and energy into his appearance. He had more watches than I had earrings. He was 24 years old, drove a Lexus, and if not for our physical connection, I probably never would have given him a second thought because he was so full of. If it was from Sofia rubbing herself, or something else, she couldn't tell. Sofia grunted and then quickly started rubbing herself again while saying, "I just need to rub it, else it burns too much!"Sylvia was getting worried about this, because she could also feel how her clitoris was starting to burn."Hmm, I don't feel well," Petra said suddenly.Sylvia looked at Petra and noticed that she was now also sweating, just like all of them. And what was even worse, she could feel how her clitoris. Wiggling her butt and throwing herself around like a dancer in a strip joint. I was laughing and clapping cheering her on as she did her dance. Wooooo! Mom, Yea! Lets get this party into gear! When the song ended mom took a bow and slipped into the pool. We were both laughing and joking around. I guess I still move OK for an old broad dont you think? Mom you move great! You could probably make extra money workin as a dancer, I replied. She just laughed, yea like anyone wants to see an old.