I stuck out my tongue and ran it up her thigh again, this time lifting her legs over my shoulders. With that angle and position, I could even see her ...ss hole as she parted her legs, bending them at the knees, using my shoulders for support. My tongue reached her cunt. I licked her pussy lips softly, moving my tongue gently across the folds of skin. She jerked and moaned, and whispered how good that felt. I licked upward, from the bottom of her snatch to the top, tasting her pussy cream with. I was naked below she was surprised by looking at my penisI lifted her face and she closed her eyes almost in shamed embarrassment, i pulled down her saree with skirt and i felt the bareness of her thighs as first her left then her right leg pushed between her legs.“god i’ve wanted to fuck you since i first set eyes on you” i heavily breathed. “you can’t imagine how often i’ve wanted to feel these gorgeous tits of yours, they’re fantastic,” i said. Before she could think of anything to say i. “That was…I guess I don’t know Italian at all.”“That was my sister. Your Italian’s fine for a foreigner…who can’t speak.”“Damn.”She smiled, “We’re Calabrian. Hardly northerners.”“That’s…let’s see…the boot heel.”She nodded. “So no, you probably had a lot of trouble catching most of that.”“Yes, it scarcely sounded Italian, some of it.”“That’s because some of it was Greek, you know.”“Greek…I heard of that. They…you still speak it?”“Some do. We speak only a little. Mother made sure we learned some. I don’t know how many times I came or how long I was in the tub, but my next realization was my husband coming home from work. I quickly dried off and greeted him as I always do upon his arrival. I made dinner, but my mind was on the events of the day. When I woke the next morning, my husband was looking at me in a peculiar way. I asked him what was wrong, and he told me I had a huge orgasm in my sleep. I broke out in a sweat wondering if I had talked in my sleep. My husband seamed to think.