”I chuckled, “Joyce’s grandmother! She’s doing Don Joseph’s dirty work because he found out what went on between Joyce and me back in the da..., and about Connie and me!”Elyse laughed, “That sweet old lady? She’s second after your dad!”“That ‘sweet old lady’ was married to a mob boss for fifty years. Don’t let that exterior fool you. It’s not her, but think about it. Do you think Mama Corleone was ignorant? Or a pushover?”“No. So, who’s the rat?”“I have no fucking clue. And right now, boxing in. Can I sleep in here tonight? I asked. Sure, he replied. He got up and shut the door. He made sure to lock it too. Can we do what we did earlier? I pleaded. You liked that? he asked. Yeah, a lot. Sure. Do you want me naked again? Yes please! I half-shouted. He stripped down to his boxers again. I saw his thing, or as he called it, cock, getting hard. When he reached full erection he pulled them off and got back into bed. Your turn, he chuckled. I quickly ripped off my shirt and threw it on the. Oh fuck. Take that little cunt." Hearing her sent me into a small tizzy. No one I'd been with previously was so apt to sound so dirty. I reached under her back and knelt back, scooping her up to me. She wrapped one arm around my neck and the other she ran over her own tits, up her neck, and into her own hair. He mouth was open as though she wanted to speak but all words had left her and her eyes were shut tight, giving a look that almost looked like pain. I eased my strokes slightly, but hers. “And why is that, do you think?”“Because I, personally, am more attracted to a man wearing a wedding ring.” She reached up to the choker she wore and idly played a fingertip along it as she talked. “And I’m guessing you are going to say, ‘And why is that, do you think?’ again, so let’s cut to the chase. I don’t know why. I just do. Married men are hot.” She took a strand of pearl and curled it around her finger. “You’re hot.”He did not reply.“Does it make you uncomfortable when I say that? When.