Oh and did I mention I was modest as well. Guys. That was the current problem. If I had a boyfriend we would probably already be bouncing around on my...bed. I had had a few, but the first two were terrible in bed, and pretty damn small too. And I dumped them after about a month of putting up with their excuses. The third one, Rick, was absolutely great in bed, at least seven or eight inches long, and he knew how to use it. He looked great with me too. Until I found out that the bastard was. The girls gasped as he entered the room.“Now that’s what I call an Italian stallion,” Polly giggled.Michele gave her a sharp look and Polly petulantly stuck out her tongue.All of this was lost on the man who was embroiled in a heated discussion with Mamma in Italian until finally he sighed and lowered his head in acquiescence.“Sì, si, mamma, naturalmente. Of course; of course,” he said in his lustrous deep voice.“I think I’m in love,” Polly tittered, earning another scornful look from. A second spurt followed and then a third, Dannye taking it all in, as she continued to grip my cock. She swallowed my cum, even as I grabbed her hair and held on to her head. Dannye peered back at me and smiled, a small amount of my white stuff, dribbling off her lower lip. She wiped her mouth with the back of hand. “Hummmmmm,” she remarked, “a bit salty, but good. How do you feel?” My head was spinning and my mouth was cotton dry. “That was just what I needed,” I replied. I closed my eyes and. I just know it. Dad is coming home tomorrow and she just has to have once more to throw it in all of our faces. I thought she could at least contain herself until we went back home. I almost wish we could leave right now.”“We can’t do that. I was looking forward to being in bed with you.”That got me a wan smile and, “You know just the right thing to say. You do see how difficult Mom can be, don’t you?”“I can. We’ll meet your father tomorrow and then we’ll head back home. You’ve been happy there.