I’m going to pick up some food, you guys hungry?” My husband asked.“Yes I’m starving. Can you get me a sandwich from Little Italy?” I asked,...not because I was hungry, but to buy John and I some time alone. The trip across town to Little Italy and back usually takes at least 25 minutes.“I’m already going to Palermo’s. Can I get you something from there?” My husband asked.“No! I really want my sandwich from Little Italy!” I insisted.“Ok, fine.” He said giving up without much of a fight.“Thanks. Now my fingers were sliding down the inside of her panty and I could feel her bare flesh and on down to her pubic hair. My hand cupped over her vulva.She did have a nest of pubic hair down there covering her snatch but she was much like my wife Louise and kept herself trimmed. I massaged her clitoris with my fingers, which got her squirming and making muffled noises as our mouths were locked together. I collected some of the wetness from her moist vagina on my finger tips to use as lubricant on. "There you go," she said. "Now your turn."I tried. I took hold of my dick, looked down at the floor, and tried to convince myself that since the place was already so wet, more piss would do little more harm. But nothing would come."Relax," said Kay. "Close your eyes and imagine you're in a urinal. Now breathe slowly and deeply: there's no hurry, take your time."I did as she said, and gradually I did manage to relax, and put the state of the kitchen out of my mind. Still I couldn't quite go.. Which was preoccupying all of her attention.Whatever was going on Valentina was the center of it. As male co-workers moaned and grunted around her Valentina’s legs had spread slightly. Her gray work shirt heaved with each intake of breath.Sam’s mind did not understand the physicals involved but he knew Valentina was getting fucked by at last four different men. There was fat Joe Locker, old man Rodney, and fit and muscular Tony. All three were getting a free lay thanks to Sam’s magic.