“Oh si, of course.” Alberto took out his notebook and wrote down Salvator Marino’s order.Across the small but lively town, Isabella stood in fro...t of a full-size mirror in Floriana’s Boutique, admiring the dress she had just put on.“It fits you perfectly.” Floriana had kneeled down to straighten out the hem of the Valentina dress. A brand that was known for its gorgeous see-through dresses and gowns.Floriana herself wore a Valentina outfit. Her skirt was of a dim gray fabric that conformed. In-utero he was fine and quite lively. It was when he was born and attempted his first breath would he be touched by struggle. So touched by the news of this probable loss we grieved even before he was born. For two weeks we cried and tried to console ourselves thinking we had lost everything. Then amazingly we stopped crying. The week the doctors wanted to induce labor he, my son, had his own plans. Natural labor was taking course so I elected to wait being touched by his attempt to come on. I gave her a weak smile and nodded. God help me but I wanted her to. “Do it. Force it in! Get you hand in my pussy. Fist me, ma’am. Do it and get your husband off!” God, what was I say? What were we doing? This was so obscene, so filthy … fuck, I was so hot and turned-on. Masturbate him from inside my pussy? How crazily obscene can it be? So crazy, so obscene I wanted to do it.She pulled back an inch, tightened her hand into the cone shape, and pushed. I grunted as my pussy stretched. She. (My Asian sweetheart found my sensitivities because she got immediately aroused whenever I licked, massaged, rubbed or sucked her super sensitive tits and nipples.) Karen felt on my t-shirt my nipple hardening fast and smiled. 'So you have sensitive nipples too! Mine are so sensitive I cannot bear when I am cumming!' So that was why she pushed my hand away! 'Could I now?' She smiled again and nodded as I started massaging the soft but firm mountain. Her nipples immediately stiffened as she.