So I told them that I was in their city for 21 days and was bored for the weekend. The three hit up for the weekends and also for nights for the weekd...y. The seven married ones for the weekdays.I was excited and went head over heels. I had 21 nights with women and most of them married, my all-time preferred ones. It was already evening. I planned for the night with the sexiest among them, Ragini (name changed). She was 33 and her hubby was on a business trip.She wasn’t comfortable in a hotel. Afterwards, with every pump I could see her juices coating my dick and that visual alone put me over the edge. “Do you want my cum baby? Do you need it?” I said with vigor. “Yes! Yes! Give it to meeee!” Liz shouted. It felt as if I unloaded a gallon of cum into Liz but I still was pumping in and out of her. Definitely, one of the most intense sex sessions I have ever had. I finally pulled out when my dick went limp then I laid on top of her. Staring at each other and smiling as we were. "Don't...don't go...let...let me...explain...please," she said softly.Her whisper stopped me in my tracks. Slowly I turned, step by step, inch by inch, I walked through her front door and into her house. She closed the door behind me as I sat down in a recliner. She entered the room and froze looking at where I’d chosen to sit. "It's weird to see you sitting in a recliner fully dressed..." It's weird to have a stranger walk into your house and give you a handjob without speaking to you," I. In any case, the photographer who had approached her two years earlier while she was working at the cafe in her home village of Barlotta had thought she had a future as a model and he had been right.Life in the small village was easy. Bianca went to school and after graduating got the job at the cafe. She had thought about going to Milan to study, but her family didn’t have the money. She didn’t mind, she had her friends and she liked the outdoors. The village was located high in the Italian.