So as she came in though the door, she did what she does every night when she arrives home from work and that is to strip her clothes off and just put...a nightshirt on. No bra, no panties, just a tweety bird nightshirt that barely covered her plump around ass and her 38 DD tits. Her skin was so smooth to the touch. She sat down in a chair cross the living room from me with her legs casually spread open slightly. I could see the patch of dark brown pubic hair barely covering her pussy lips. . I don’t bother to wipe myself as I quickly step into the large tub that doubles as my shower. I reach over and turn the hot water spigot until I can no longer twist it. I draw the curtains closed and huddle in a corner with my arms wrapped around my body as I wait for the water to warm and for the steam to rise and envelop me. When it does, I adjust the temperature by simultaneously adding some cold water while dialing back the hot so that I can fearlessly stride under the stream that spews. And four sets of feet crowded around her. She stayed in a kneeling position but looked up to see the guys with their shorts lowered down enough to expose four engorged hard-ons. This was a turn of events that Peggy had not counted on. It was one thing to harmlessly flirt and expose herself to these young men. But it was another for them to expose themselves to her. She panicked. She froze in position. She did not know what to do. Her stepson, Steve, broke the ice by gently, but firmly grabbing. Eventually we arrived in Sorrento and I was deposited on the Via Roma, just a short walk from the Trattoria. I went in and sat at a table. A waiter came to me and I ordered coffee and a sandwich, then I asked if Fabrizzi was there. The waiter told me he wasn’t there yet, and brought my order. As I was drinking the coffee, a stunning girl walked through the doorway, she was around five foot six, a beautiful oval face with a slightly olive complexion, and long flowing black hair. She was dressed.