I was able to get some pictures of her at a party when she was wearing a little top that showed some cleavage and also one of her in her swimsuit. I ...hid them out in the garage and would pull them out from time to time so I could look at her pictures while I jacked off. Of course, I would often fuck my wife while fantasizing about her sister, too. There came a Saturday night when a bunch of us were checking out a band and partying at a bar that was only a couple of miles from Cheryl’s house. . This time it was different. He found his mother sitting at the kitchen table talking to a priest.And even worse, they we talking about him."We will provide for all of Giovanni's needs, and his religious instruction. Mrs. Pagano," said the priest."But why are you offering me all this money for him?" his mother asked."Because we need more boys to train to join our order as priests, "he replied for the third time."So you will give me money for my boy?" she asked again."Mio Dio! She is stupido." He. "You’re all about the same age, worked here about the same length of time, and you’re all married. Tell me, you’ve been married, what? Three years?”"Yes, three years come next month." And, no k**s yet, right?" Not yet." Your wife, Diana—right? She’s—what, twenty-five?" She’s twenty-six, three years younger than me." Ah—yeah. You’re a lucky man. Your wife is quite a knock-out." Thank you, sir." Yeah, I bet you get it on every night, don’t you." He swept his hand over his crotch and rubbed it.Jim. Dancing around you, I flash you sexy eyes and lick my lips. I rub my hips, bottom and crotch against you every chance I get.Lifting my shirt, I give you a quick peek at my bra and quickly pull my shirt down again. I smile wickedly to you. Rubbing against you, I dance around your chair and raise my top a little each time. Soon it's up to my neck, and I remove it and twirl it around one finger, flinging it into the corner when I'm done.Backing up against you, grinding my bottom against you, I.