Italians are passionate people who like to touch. Maria Leone is the type of a woman who either accepts a person unconditionally or not." Who are thos...e people?" They own Mario's restaurant. Their daughter is in my class. I went there to eat after school, and they invited me to meet the family. I had a family meal with them in the kitchen. We talked till late at night about how their restaurant could be made even more popular. I slept over, and went to school the next day from there." You have. She told me she was up visiting for the weekend for some fun, and invited me back to her hotel room. I accepted, but got a surprise when we went to get a taxi, she had her boyfriend with her. I was a little shocked, however, the drink took over and the fact I was feeling a little horny. We got to the hotel and skipped the bar to go straight to their room. As soon as the door closed she was all over me, kissing me and running her hands over my clothed body, and I followed her lead. By this point. His face hit my empty coffee cup. Some coffee got on his chin. I walked around to my side, to get in.I looked in the back seat. I smiled. "Cletus! Is this your wife?" I said. He smiled. "No! Just some cheap hooker I tired to pick up." he laughed really loud. Mona tried to elbow him with her arm. But her breast would not move from the glass. Instead she grunted at him. "It's true Sheriff." he laughed again. "It's not true. Sheriff. You need to make him stop. He is lying. It was his birthday. My orgasms were still rippling through me, and the champagne I drank, along with Bobby's swollen cock deep in my cunt, had my head spinning. I didn't hear the door swing open. The light seemed to brighten a little, and the sound of our fucking on the TV seemed to swell, but I was on top of Bobby, fucking contentedly, with my round ass to the door.I raised up a little so my swaying breasts brushed Bobby's face as we fucked. He looked me in the eyes and said "Happy anniversary, baby."He arched.