Belli is Italian for beautiful, and was therefore an extremely ironic name for him. He held up a finger at me, and finished a phone call. I didn't kno... whether to be insulted or glad to have a moment to try and prepare myself. In either case, I still wasn't ready when he hung up the phone."You stole from me Ms. Bell. Can I call you Kathryn?" Uh, yes, please do. And I'm sorry, I didn't…"He shushed me with a sausage finger to his lips."That don't matter. An example has to be made. Can I call you. I said I am sorry to ask this. She said not to say sorry and she feels like to have me next to her who will take care of her during these times. I can imagine her situation and said I would have been there next to you I would have taken care of this beautiful girl. She said think that u are next to me and how you would have reacted to this situation. I asked what you would have expected she said I want to sleep on your shoulder and look into your eyes and forget the pain that I have.I was. Yes," he muttered, trying to regain his composure.Leaning against the counter, Pete was conscious of how wildly his cock was throbbing in the tight confines of his pants."Yes, Lois, I'm just fine," he stammered. "I was just thinking what a beautiful woman you are." Well, thank you, sir," she giggled, taking a sip from her drink.The horny divorcee had had a secret crush on the man ever since she had first met him, but this was the first time he'd ever seemed to pay any attention to her.As if in. We sat down next to each other drying ourselves, all the time talking. Once dry, we put our towels onto the bench, talking as we looked at the other. ”Did you see Rob and I fucking last night?” Amy asked. I gave no reply but felt my cheeks burning with embarrassment. “It was such a turn on doing it with the door open, we hoped you’d see us.” Again I said nothing but felt I was getting more turned on, feeling my pussy starting to dribble juices onto the bench, part of me hoping she didn’t.