Gaetano Donizetti, brother, where art thou? Had Guilio Cesare concocted a new Elisir d’Amore? I decided not to have another glass, lest I burst into...Una Furtiva Lagrima and be ejected from The Sons of Italy on the grounds of blasphemy. Dom DiBlasio made a clever but respectful speech introducing Her Honor Maggie Oliviero, and spared us the ‘needs no introduction’ cliché. Her Honor, the daughter of a Guatemalan mother and an Italian father (who died when she was a baby), recited her. My hands were in her boobs squeezing those melons and my lips kissing her. All I could think of at that moment was to rip her nighty off and fuck her right then and there. But unfortunately, Deeksha came out of the room after her bath.We stopped doing whatever we were doing. I put a bit distance between me and Rajitha and pretended as if nothing happened, so did Rajitha. Deeksha came and sat next to me. We were just talking some random things and I was peeking at her whenever I could and so was. He leaned into me. ‘What if I’m not some stranger?’ He said. He placed his hand on my thigh, gauging my reaction. ‘I can see you’re gagging for it.’ He whispered and he went higher towards my pussy. He was rewarded with my wetness. ‘Someone’s a naughty girl and forgotten her panties. You’ll need some punishment.’ He whispered and his finger started rubbing my clit. I moaned softly and yelped as he got rougher. I came closer and closer to cumming on his hand. ‘I’m about to come.’ I moaned, to. Her eyes seem to immediately notice your tagged collar, because you can se her cheek redden as she says she's here to clean up. You blush as well, and step aside to allow her in with her small table cart. As she cleans the table, I pretend like she's not there at all. You notice that she obviously sees the stain on the floor. Daddy leans back on the bed, and ask you if you're wet again, and you can hear from my tone that I wan't a real answer.. "Y-yes, my pussy is w-wet again, d-daddy", you.