Her entire body pushed back against mine. I knew she wanted it. My hand finally reached that nice small thong. Her legs spread wide as she groaned low...and bit down on her bottom lip. My fingers grazed over a nice soft patch of hair. Then I pushed my hand down further until my finger pushed her already wet lips apart. I ground deep into her hungry slit. This slut was hot and ready. I pumped my finger in and out of her slit a few times and could smell her arousal.“That was the office,” I heard. It looked like he was making spaghetti and veal. Whendid Michael learn to cook? How was cooking on the agenda of what tolearn for Sicilian boy in a traditional family? It was almost noon soshe may as well sit down and wait for it.Michael said cheerfully, "Good morning, Vanessa. It's good to see you,how are you doing my sweetie," he said while steaming the Spaghetti andstirring a pot of his homemade sauce."I am doing well, thank you for a pleasant night. I can't think youenough. I just wish I. I'm no Gino, but half the loaf is better than no bread at all. I had intended a long slow tender shagging for Francine, but she wasn't having any of that. As soon as I was in her she started jerking her hips, encouraging me to 'fuckmefuckmefuckme'. I slowed her down."Take it easy love, we've got all night, it's not a race. Take it slower and enjoy it more."Francine's cunt had wrapped around my prick like a gentle fist when I entered her, and now it was sucking, squeezing, sliding and slithering. It felt really good to have the warm water cascading over my body. I decided to have the bathroom remodeled when I did the rest of the house. I wanted a larger shower. I saw one in a magazine that had several showerheads and was about four feet square. The closet space would have to be reworked as well.I was deep in thought when I felt a presence behind me in the shower. I turned to see Susan. "Hi, Handsome." Well, hello."She put her arms around my neck and pulled me close for a kiss. Mr. Happy.