I haven't done it in...decades.”“Decades...I forget how much older you are. You look eighteen.”“But I'm...” I paused to think. “Fifty-eigh.... But I still can be as wild as an eighteen year old.”I locked my lips back onto her pussy. I wanted to drink her urine. I wanted to experience this intimacy with Stella. I wanted to share everything with her. I wrapped my arms around her waist, holding on tight.“Okay,” Stella said, her face straining. “This is...kinda hard.” Her cheeks flushed. “But kinda. That was fun, very much fun. But she loved to be clean, too. She could lie around in a puddle of her son's piss for hours, but after the excitement was gone, she had to bathe.She wondered why her son was so concerned. She had tried hard to let him know that just because a woman had a hot cunt, that didn't mean she fucked anything and everything that got hard. But he was young, and he didn't understand those things, she felt. As he became older, he would know what she was talking about.She ran. From where did you purchase it? Certainly not in Tuscany, as the beverage is unknown hereabouts.”I could vouch for the truth of his statement. I had given a glass of sherry to Capitano Conti, who, not having had the experience of drinking sherry, took a mighty sup, then swiftly spat the mouthful out in disgust.‘Santa madre di Dio, what do you call this pisello di capra?’That was the first and last time I offered the Capitano a sherry. Actually, he had only mirrored my reaction when he gave me. I fell back against the bed drained like never before. I could barely remember how to breathe. I found myself drifting off to that place so far away.Finally, some time later I came back. I opened my eyes to find us both still lying in bed. I cocked my head around to look at the clock and it was almost noon. I put my head back on the pillow and closed my eyes.What a wonderful way to wake up.We rested in each other's arm for some time just enjoying each other's feel. But then it was time to get.