She gasped abruptly as my muscular member pushed aside her tissues, and slipped inside of her. Her arms wrapped around my upper back as I sunk deeper ...nto her incredibly tight corridor; no doubt the dildo she was impaled upon accounted for the extra level of tightness resisting the entrance of my reproductive organ into her own.A shuddering breath left her as her body opened up to allow more of me in. One of her legs snuck around my waist to rest against the small of my back, while the other. “Bad, bad, boy! I’ll teach you to be rude to Auntie Maureen and myself by ignoring us and talking to that little slut the other night.” She hissed.“Twelve swipes with Auntie’s belt and then that just leaves the canes, doesn’t it?” She continued, carefully measuring out where her first slap with the heavy piece of leather would land.“Have a little cry, Peter and maybe think about Nicola, or Miss Kominsky, or Mrs. Wheeler, or Maureen and myself as I belt you.” She added, taking the belt back over. She's glad to have had her figure bounce back from each pregnancy she's had. In fact each time she would recover it seemed her daughters would bless her with favor from Aphrodite. Her ass would get rounder, firmer and thicker, whilst her soft teardrop watermelon tits got more voluptuously buxom.Still looking at herself, she can't figure out why Giuseppe ignores his beautiful wife and his loving daughters. Back in the day, she was her Italian Stallion but had grown into a fat, lazy, pathetic. I don’t want you to worry like that. And then there is this thing that happened with your father. I say that’s in the past. But you should have still told me about that. I think that if you had that would have helped you with your stress. Doing that the sooner in our relationship the better.”“Even on our first date? What if I had told you then?” Elena asked.“I would have listened to you. I would have still loved you.” I told her.She looked really serious as she asked, “What if I had told you.