I even visited her once in the asylum. * The lawyer. Oh. My. God. The man is grey, dry, lacking any trace of a sense of humor and his tie was probably...high fashion two decades ago. But I want to jump him right here, right now, that is the sex appeal of the envelope that is in his hand. The will. Did he just read my mind? Or did I speak out loud? Doesn’t that spark in his foggy eyes actually reveal his lust for me? * I didn’t have to do it, to fuck him that is, I know I didn’t. And I will be. My mother! She was dressed conservatively sexy, but for some odd reason, she was picking out matronly dresses that make this curvy, shapely, still attractive 61-year-old woman look about 85. Mom saw me kissing and being all flirty with Vince, and she pulled me aside, out of Vince’s being able to hear us. “Isn’t this the same guy I saw you dancing with at your friend Lynn’s wedding?” mom asked. “Yes, mom.” “You guys left the wedding kind of early.” “Yes!” I giggled, winking at Vince. “You’d. I thought about Erin slyly walking up to me, wearing an outfit I'd thought up: a tight red blouse t-shirt that gave a beautiful view of her cleavage, black micro-skirt, shiny heels and secretary glasses. She said she was horny and wondered if I'd help. The bulge in my pants said yes. She unzipped my fly and released a throbbing dick. I imagined her sucking around the tip and down the shaft, her loving lips engulfing it when she could. The saliva making it slippery as she'd ran her mouth all. ”My bottom was about to be spanked. I did not expect to enjoy any of it in the slightest.I led the other three to Pietro’s home office. There was a nice colorful plaid blanket on the bed, one which would be a nice backdrop for Matteo’s pictures. There was a small tv, a stereo, his desk and lamp, a computer for his business. We waited for Giovanni and we heard him calling, “Where are you?”Luca stuck his head out the door and shouted, “Down here.”Giovanni came into the room carrying a wooden.