He did his best to ignore her childish behavior.I was so lost in thought that I never heard why they were at the consulate in the first place, but the... it was my turn and the man behind the highly polished desk reminded me of the officious little man who had taken my name on the beach at Porto Giglio. He peered at me over his half glasses and seemed to have trouble stifling a yawn.Pulling out Robert Burns' battered passport and his crumbling boarding pass for the Costa Concordia I laid them on. Sharing his shaft between their mouths, meeting at the head for sloppy kisses flavored with precum. “He came pretty quick, he always did. Your pretty quiet over there, you come too?”“Nope. But I'm working on it. You grinding on that pillow? “Uh- Huuuuh.” I had my sexiest voice on. “Did he cum on you tits like last time?”“He came on both of our mouths at once,” I pictured her sucking my dick, I pictured thick naked thighs, full tits, all that weight bearing down on a pillow. “Then his wife and I. " Thank you," I said, "when can I expect your people?" I added."When they arrive, but don't concern yourself, you won't notice anything at all... not at all!" She said and there was something behind me... I'm not sure what happened then as I blacked out... When I awoke it was daylight and the phone was ringing away. I was lying on my bed; I looked at my watch 10 O'clock what had happened last night.The phone demanded answering and so I did, Elizabeth was on the other end. "Paul? Are you. She looked up, and just stared at me with a remote glassy eyed gaze before Gary slapped her ass loudly and she yelped before smiling and pressing the side of her face to the linoleum beneath her.Only two days later - with mother acting like nothing had happened, as if I had not seen her acting so commonly with Gary on the god damned kitchen floor for fucks sake - I walked into the doorway of his study to see my mom kneeling between her husbands legs, sucking his cock without pause. Mom was.