Your mother was seventeen. A beautiful young girl, named Bianca de Lucini. She was engaged to the son of a Mafia don."Angelina gasped. "The Mafia?"Jam...s nodded. "She had a liaison with the son of a rival Mafia don, and became pregnant with you. You didn't need to live that kind of life, so it was best you were gave up."Angelina drew her knees up to her chest, and in doing so, her robe fell open, exposing the skimpy little nightgown, which did barely nothing to cover her developing tits and. I move up to her lips quickly, I kiss her deeply. I aim the head of my cock at her pussy, and move in inch by slow inch. I can feel her tremble under me. I feel myself balls deep inside her, and pull out slowly before thrusting hard back in. I move in quick, and pull out slow. The rhythm is perfect; she rolls her hips to meet me with each touch. Our breathing is hard, and we begin to sweat. The sun is beating through the windows. I move my hips faster, thrusting into her with need. She holds. She had no dupatta on her kurta. Her wonderful boobs were moving up and down due to the heavy breathing. It was a wonderful soothing sight for the eyes in the morning. Her boobs looked amazing. Just perfect size and shape.I helped them place their suitcase on the luggage rack. The old lady was the grandmother of that hot young lady. She thanked me and after making her grandmother comfortable they started to chat. I offered the old lady (grandmother) my window seat and I moved out.Just to help. You can cum for me again, I know you can. Cum for me, Jane.’ She turned my brain into guacamole with her words and was wearing me out with her hands. Every word that came out of her mouth was another instruction for me now. An instruction I had to fulfill. The problem was I had never been multi-orgasmic. Unfortunately for me Leah didn’t know that. She started to move in and out with her finger again but knew my clit was way too sensitive so she stayed away. My body was still going through the.