.. '"Ah!" the priest said, much more pleasantly. "You speak Greek!" Alla," Rybba replied, and nodded nervously. She was still backing away slowly, not...knowing what to expect from this strange, dark-robed figure."Where am I?" she asked, not certain if she should give him that kind of an advantage over her."In Milan, of course," the priest informed her. "Specifically, you are standing in the Basilica of Saint Ambrose."She blinked several times. The name seemed familiar."Where is your master?" the. *why would my wife be sleeping it off in Connie and Stan’s bedroom? * I thought to myself, but I found my eyes fixated on her perfectly shaped ass as she sauntered down the hallway.Sure enough, there lay my wife, in the large king-sized bed. She was only half covered by the expensive looking sheet, and sleeping contently. I tiptoed in and around to the side of the bed to see her hair all tousled around her face, a very contented and peaceful expression was apparent. I then noticed that she was. I trace the length of your collarbone with the tip of my tongue, then swirl a slow, wet spiral toward the centre of your beautiful breast. I am seated over you now, my legs astride your hips and the heat of my cock at the door of your passion. Leaning forward, i have your breasts in my hands. They glisten in the firelight as i kiss them, suck them, trace the outline of your areolae with my hot tongue and flick playfully at your nipples. Gently, i take those delicate buds into my mouth,. She swallowed as each spasm was delivered then proceeded to lick me and herself clean. Finally when she was done I pulled the strand of semen dangling from her brow and as it dangled from my finger she lapped it up as if it was a delicacy. She looked at me for a moment, smiled, and said "I'm thinking we should do this more often". The weirdest thing about Ann was she needed little in reciprocation. She told me flat out she either would get herself off while she was servicing me or she would.