"So I remind you of your mother?" she asked, still giggling. I laughed. "No, Seniora. Your name does, but my mother was, and still is, a hard-faced wo...an." Sophia smiles again, and starts playing with a rock, bouncing it on her palm. "Was that Italian I heard you reading when we came here?" I ask. Finally, an intelligent question! The pebble bounces away and she blushes. "Oh, so you heard me. Yeah, it is. Italian is kinda hard for me to read, so I read it aloud." "Can you speak it?" I ask,. You fear that Joe will notice and this fear is causing you to get even more excited.After a few more smacks, Joe rests his hand on your reddened ass and asks you if you have learned your lesson. His thumb begins to rub your flesh ever so lightly and you begin to feel the bulge developing in Joe’s crotch, pushing into your belly. You realize that he is truly enjoying you laying across his lap.Joe’s hand begins to slowly move towards your pussy. His pinky finger brushes over your asshole and. We were pulled out of the van then and Lynn seemed to be in shock. I had not had a chance to speak with her since Harold had moved in and somehow just taken over our lives. I am not even sure how he had done it. He didn't threaten us or drug us or even physically abuse us until out in the parking lot as we were leaving the club. But Lynn and I both realized that he was in charge of us now and we had no choice but to obey him.There were no sidewalks in this part of town. The roads were mostly. .. I know. It was that way when I met your mother ... it still is, actually. I just don't tell her that often enough."That's one of the lessons I've learned already. You have to tell her that you love her, but it's not just saying the words. You have to show her, in all kinds of ways ... the way you touch her when you don't need to ... the way you look at her ... hugging her or kissing her when she doesn't expect it. It's all those things, and they all add up." I was getting a little choked up.