*** Jerome balanced himself carefully, but with his broad frame it was no easy trick. He let the rifle dangle over the edge, hanging twenty feet above...the tiny Roman street. The sound of gunshots had people out, the more foolhardy, the residents wee closing up their shutters. He couldn’t stop to think of police, of the neighbors, of anything right now but Izzy. He remembered her stories of Franco breathing down her neck, groping her lewdly, chasing her away from her native country into the wild. She remembered cuddling Degas after their lovemaking. They’d talked about his life, the death of his mother, the war and afterwards, selling paintings to cover the debts. He told her he’d never felt like this before about anyone.She glanced up and saw him sitting with an easel in front of him, painting her as she slept. He saw she was awake and smiled. “I was just wanting to capture you while you were asleep. Don’t move, just a few more minutes.”She lay there and watched him paint. He wore the. I started to ache, trying to back onto his cock, I just wanted it inside of me, within every inch off me. He backed away, and I sighed in frustration. He laughed, wrapping his hand around my throat, pressing his dick back onto my plump little cunt. My hair was soaked by the running faucet, dripping down my back, the water cool, invading and scented from my Chanel perfume, my skirt open, my perky teenage breasts spilling out over my bra, nipples pert. His breathing got heavier, and suddenly. His eyes got wide and I asked him if they wanted to go for a ride. He laughed and ran back to his friends. They parked the car and all climbed in the van. I finished pumping gas and drove away from the gas station. All five guys just stared at her for a little bit. She still had cum on her face from the first guy. She was beautiful. Lying on her back with a drunken look in her eyes, she told them all to get undressed. Three of them stripped right away but the other two were a little shy and.