..........***********************************Pat felt the needle prick in her upper shoulder, and the warmth of the d**g started flowing through her v...ins.The cock that was in her ass didn't seem to burn as much anymore, as her anal muscles started to relax."Yes, he could fuck her in the ass all night as far as she was concerned."As she lowered her face into the mattress, the assault on her asshole started to increase, a smile started creeping over her face. She knew her husband was in the next. You would never think she had two kids. Both were well over ten pounds when they were born. Alex was a tank. We still tease her about him. She will joke how she thought she was pushing out a watermelon when she gave birth to him. Some how he got the nickname of Melon. We all passed food to each other. The pot roast was not dry. I think it was the best one my mother ever made. She finally broke the silence. "I told you the roast was dry." She was fishing for my father to make a comment how good. We focus on a lady walking along the production line – she’s holding a clipboard and is making notes as she walks. The woman is best described as ‘buxom’ – not too tall, not so much fat, as very curvy. The two couple of buttons of her white blouse are undone to show off a lot of natural, round cleavage. Even without the buttons we could easily tell that she has a major pair of boobs.Once we’ve got over the first impression, we take the rest of her in and note that above the boobs there’s a. From there I had taken a boat out to the Isle of Capri in the Bay of Naples and gone to the villa of the emperor Tiberius, the Villa Jovis, and sat in the ruins and considered his more lurid relationships with boys. He had taken it to extremes, but he had made it the fashion in his time. I wasn’t interested in the extremes Tiberius went to—I just wanted to make love to a small, supple, narrow-hipped, willing fourteen-year-old boy.I don’t know why I had come to Italy and gone on a pilgrimage of.