" I blushed even harder when she said that but remained standing firmly in the way, acutely aware of her presence behind me."Ugh. Fine, I see you won'... get out of the way until you finish this, and I'm in a hurry, so..." As she said this, she stepped forward, but instead of trying to shove around me, she pressed against me from behind. I felt her hips against my ass and her breasts against my back. Then she reached both arms around me, swatted my hand away, and began stroking my cock. One hand. She wore big black eyeglasses that dominated her facial features and drew attention away from her actual physical characteristics.The pair of German female students sitting next to her was chattering away talking about the pros and cons of Italian men and what was it about them that made them so romantic toward the foreign visitors to their country. She joined in with them with a phony story about how she managed to get laid inside the Vatican itself behind a statue of some unknown Saint that. The cock went right back in and he started coming right down my throat as I heard my husband tell me he wouldnt be home until tonight. I gagged and was gurgling as my husband said Whats that? Oh nothing, I said, I was just swallowing something. Some of the sticky white cum dripped out of mouth onto the phone while the black guy continued to ejaculate on my face. Oh, I just got something in my eye, wait a second, I told my hubby. I willingly let the black guy finish and finally got back to the. "No. I don't know. I just kinda liked him. He was interesting, I guess." For the first time since meeting Martina and dating her, I began to feel uncomfortable in our relationship whatever that meant. I took her home, and we necked a while in the car, but she pleaded an early rising for the next day, and that dashed any hope I had of getting any that night. I was disappointed, and a little, well, uncomfortable, as I said. I headed home. I needed to assess things. Martina hadn't done anything.