”“Could you turn it off yourself?”“I could, but I’m still mad at Pietro and if he doesn’t give a fig whether the whole world knows about m... fucking other men outside our marriage, I’ll be damned if I care either. I’m just wondering how many there could be watching right now.” “If they’re looking at you, all of them, even the women.”“You flatterer.”“Don’t tell the others they’re being watched,” Giovanni said, “unless they figure it out themselves.”“I suppose,” I replied. “Not sure it would make. It had been so long since he’d used it that he had forgotten his birth name. In the hospital after the visitors stopped he was only known as patient as he slowly weakened and could barely utter a word.“I don’t have a name either.” He says.Her eyes widen, and she floats above him, putting her boobs onto his head. “That’s good. Neither of us has a name, now is the perfect chance to reinvent ourselves.”“Reinvent?” He asks.He had plenty of questions, but the thing he wondered about the most were. His cock was so deep I gasp big, as he drove his cock to the bottom with each stroke. The noise of the water faded and all I heard was our heavy breathing and my moans. A new untapped climax was coming up, faster and faster. I held on tighter as my body feelings took over my mind. I started to yell with each cock stroke. He kissed my cheek as he began to moan. We both yelled as I felt it. Hot cum came pumping in me as he groaned loud. My pussy kept fucking but now squeezed down tight on his. Her husband was completely smitten with her, a dutiful husband who spoilt her rotten with lavish gifts. He afforded all this toiling away in his family accountancy firm; the work had robbed him of his time, and taken something away from himself - he no longer knew that their was something missing from his essence, he was becoming an empty husk of person.At night she had become accustomed to the routine- he would get back back home late at night. Edge himself into bed very timidly and.