Never was and never will be!" Then how should I call you?" the curator asked."Emilio," he volunteered. "Emilio Vannelli." Okay," the woman replied. Dr...wing out the single word as if it wassomething chewable. "I am Claire Beaumont. I am a curator in thismuseum." Museum?" Now Emilio looked around. Soon he found an old picture takenof Buds Melone. In it, he was speaking to a few guys Emilio didn'trecognize. But beside him seemingly sat a young woman. Even on thegrainy photo, her beauty was. I must admit it feels funny to benaked like this in front of a total stranger but then again, she is anotherwoman so it's not nearly as hard as I thought it might be. Taking the tapemeasure from around her neck, she takes measurements of about every part ofme, making notes on small pad she carried in here with her. "Now just waithere for a couple of minutes and I'll bring a few things back for you to tryon, just to make sure I have your sizes right, okay?" she asks me. When shereturns maybe ten. Don't feel repulsed, it’s taboo to the extreme and should be appreciated," she explained, before going to Gia's pussy. "Oh, yes, make my wife feel good, Mom," Pete added. "What the fuck, Pete! You're committing incest right now!" I yelled, stomping my feet. "Trust me, I know, Dad. I've had sex with mom so many times, I practically have a condo made for my dick in there. Mom is a killer fuck. Therefore, you should have plowed her way more often, but at least you got to have sex with my wife, so. Doug takes my case without saying a word, I smile and mumble thanks. Doug and I walk to his classic car as he asks me about the flight and my travel to the airport.We chat companionably in the car as we make the hour long drive to his Tuscan villa. The lush hillsides roll by as we drive and I am unable to believe that I am actually here with Doug, the older gentleman who took a shine to me when we met in a hotel bar in London last year. Doug indicates his villa as we drive and a short ten.