Somewhere in the night, we must have shifted into a spooning position, because I woke with my arm wrapped around you, and my cock pressed tightly to y...ur ass. I couldn’t help myself. You were too damn hot. I started to caress your breasts with my hand. I’m not sure how long I did that before I realised you were awake, but I soon became aware of the fact you were grinding your ass into my hard cock. I pinched and pulled on your nipples, upping the ante a little as I began to kiss the back of. Forcibly spreading his legs, she dove down and undid his belt buckle and zipper, breathing hard the old man pulled off his shirt as Anna finally freed the monster he had bound in his trousers. She stared at it in amazement for a few seconds before grabbing hold of it with both her hands and bringing it to her mouth. By now the greenish brown skin had travelled up his arms and shoulders and to his surprise up his waist as his cock had gone from a swollen red to a dull brown. Anna was oblivious. Most of the rest of the cabin was filled with the sound of American tourists chattering about Rome this or Florence that and what a great shot someone had of the ruins of the Coliseum.Olga dropped off into a restless sleep and I watched the tilled fields and the vineyards flash by so fast that I was annoyingly unable to make out where one ended and another one began.An attractive Italian woman in a designer suit sat down across from us. Seeing Olga dozing, she smiled and gave me one of those. It’s been fucking forever,” said Sam.I sighed. “Yeah, I know you’re right. Ann says the same thing. Hell, I tell myself that too. It’s just—I don’t know. I just can’t seem to quite get over the truth that a wife, my wife, would do something like that to me. And, I am over her, but... well, but not over ‘it’: her yes, it no. I know that doesn’t make a lot of sense, but it’s the way I feel,” I said.He nodded, “I guess I understand, but it’s been more than twenty-five years, man. You really should.