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Dinner

By: Fyreforged



I've been playing a little game with you for about an hour now. While we were at the restaurant I kept 'accidentally' brushing your knee and occasionally dropping my hand onto the top of your leg. Not close enough to give you any relief, but plenty to get you almost fully erect. The tablecloth is just long enough for me to unzip your pants and release you from your evil underpants prison. Fortunately, just as start to wrap my hand around the server drops off our check. I don't think I've seen anyone pay for a meal so fast…

As soon as we make it through the door at home I start stripping you from the waist down. We stumble over to the first piece of furniture and collapse and then I finally get to feel your hard, thick cock in my hand. Starting at the top, I stroke down and then back up to the head where a tiny bead of precum is already waiting. After I squeeze out that first precious drop and rub it in, I make a ring with my thumb and forefinger and lightly run up and down the length of you- paying special attention to the crown. A few more drops rise up and are quickly swiped and rubbed in again, you slip into my fist as it slams down to the very base of your shaft. With a strong yet comfortable grip, I pump up and down until you drop your head back and groan. I keep pumping, all the while feeling your delicate skin sliding back and forth over the veins and engorged tissue.

Your eyes are closed and I lean in to kiss your earlobe- your head snaps up when you feel my teeth and you take a sharp breath before smiling and relaxing again. My tongue flicks out and licks the lobe, dragging along to the upper curve as I start to exhale. Between my hand steadily jerking you and the double-barreled assault on your ear, you let out a low growl and grab my hand. "Slow down, baby- I'm enjoying this," you whisper.

The tight hold loosens and my hand begins to slide again- slower and more gently now, almost tickling. The precum is flowing now, droplet after droplet coming to the surface and joining the thin river running over... it's an amusing lubricant but, sadly, not useful for long-term. The urge to taste it is almost overpowering, but in the end, resisted. I love the feel of you when you're hard like this. Just my hand gliding over your iron hardness, with only the thinnest, silkiest barrier in between… I can't help but bend over and give it a quick kiss.

You strain against the feather-light touch and begin to regret interrupting in the same breath that you feel yourself get even harder from the teasing. I stop and lean forward to pull my shirt over my head and then take off my seemingly ever-present wifebeater. In just a black pushup bra and jeans now, I move from beside you on the couch to kneel between your legs and twist my hand around so I'm stroking from underneath. You're pointed directly at my face, less than a foot away. I wonder if you're thinking about my mouth, and decide it's too bad if you are- I want to impress you with my handiwork, so to speak. I slow down and speed up several times until you're aching to finish. You start to move your hips in time with my stroking and push against my hand, trying to get just a little more pressure.

I run my left hand up the inside of your bare thigh and over your balls, then grab the lowest part of your cock and squeeze it tightly and begin pumping hard again with my other hand. You grunt and sit upright as if to stop me but instead just stare at me intently as I work even more furiously. You feel your orgasm pushing through and try to stave it off but watching me is pushing you over the edge. You try to warn me but can't form the words, but I get what you're after. With a sudden burst of energy my hand moves faster and you come, roaring like a lion. You spatter my face and chest with burst after burst until my chin is dripping onto my breasts. It's a good thing my hair is pulled back, but you still managed to shoot a little cum at my hairline so overall it's a pretty outstanding visual effect. As I reach up to wipe it away, you grab my hand a second time- "Stay just like that. I'll get a towel." You get up and steady yourself, then disappear into the dark hallway. When I hear your footsteps returning, I put my hand out for the towel and hear a soft 'click' as I'm half-blinded by a small but very bright light. Then you drop to your knees and carefully clean me off.

You get your souvenir after all, you naughty man.

Dinner



You're waiting for me in the living room anxious to get to dinner, checking your watch as if an unknown deadline is approaching. You're hungry and you want to eat. I tell you that I'll only be a minute or two longer.

I stand before the mirror in my bathroom, adjusting my skirt. After hearing your reaction on the phone to this skirt, there was no doubt what I'd be wearing tonight. I wrap the skirt around me and secure the button and buckle, the only two things that hold the skirt on. I adjust my blouse, the ivory one you like so much, the outline of my lace bra definitely visible, the cups of the brassiere cradling my breasts, lifting them, the delicate lace barely covering each nipple. I know that if you were to look close enough, you would see the dark circle peeking out from the top. My hair rests below my shoulders, just a touch of spray to keep the hold, but the silky strands are loose waiting for your fingers to run through and wind around. I slip into my black heels, dab perfume on nearly every exposed and not exposed crease. Feeling so incredibly sexy, I grab my bag and head down the hall. 

You're standing near the door, looking very impatient. I meet your eyes as I round the corner from the hall. Instantly your demeanor changes as your eyes travel up and down my body. You recognize the skirt; a slow smile crosses your face. Without a word you look into my eyes, and I nod my head walking toward you. You extend your hand to me and I slip mine into yours. You twirl me once for the full view and whisper your approval of my choice in my ear. As we leave the house you place your hand softly at the small of my back, sending a shiver up my spine. 

As we drive to the restaurant, I move my legs while I shift so that the skirt falls open revealing my silky black stockings. Your eyes never leave my legs but you don't say a word, your fingers lightly stroke my knee. In the parking lot before leaving the car, I lean over and kiss you ever so lightly on the lips.

Our table is ready when we arrive; the hostess takes two menu's and leads us toward our booth.

The quintessential gentleman by appearance and decorum, you never provide any indication that you are a master of my body, mind, heart and soul. Heads turn as we walk past to get to our table, I am surely the envy of most women. You exude a confidence that attracts women to you, although most do not know why, and would refuse to acknowledge their secret will for submission. The men subtly acknowledge and affirm your ability to embody what they only dream to possess in a partner  I smile as I walk, thinking if they only knew. My pulse quickens as I feel your eyes at my back, your hand, again on the small of my back, sears my flesh. The skirt parts as I walk revealing a sheer black stocking-.clad leg. 

We're seated in a corner booth; you slide in next to me as you usually do. Your arm draped casually on the back of the booth as you give our drink order. As I flip through the menu, I feel your hand on my shoulder causing me to shudder. I look over at you, my eyes already dark and passion filled- yours dark and cool although there is gentleness within their depths. I sigh knowing full well that if you wanted to take me then and there I would let you. 

As if reading my mind you lean in close and whisper, "If I wanted to- you know I would." Your voice is smooth and as cool as your eyes. 

I close my eyes and nod softly, acknowledging the truth. I have trust in you, and know that you would never do anything to demean what we share, what you know is special to me, and you have never suggested anything that we both haven't found pleasurable.  

The waitress returned with our drinks, I quickly sipped on mine, trying to calm my nerves. Having you so close always puts me on edge almost ready to explode with a single touch. We give our order, both having the steak and seafood combo- you with shrimp me with the crab and a plate of appetizers.

The waitress leaves with our food and drink order, you pull me to you resting in the crook of your arm. I push back in the seat, knowing you want to see the crux of my thighs, how the skirt falls from my legs; you want to see what I described to you while I was at work. The skirt falls away from each leg revealing the white skin of my thighs above the lacy top stockings. Quietly you tell me "more" and I part the skirt even further, giving you a glimpse of my sex.

The waitress returns with another round of drinks and our appetizers. I sip the wine savoring the flavor. Your hand slides down the outside of my thigh and back up the inside- your fingers grazing my silky lips, a soft moan escapes my lips, and I shift in my seat. You lift a potato skin to my lips, staring deep into my eyes. My lips part and I bite the food as your fingers slide between my pussy lips- stroking from the bottom to the top, flicking my clit, making me jump. You rub my clit slowly with your thumb, cupping my pussy, your middle finger sliding just inside my hole.

"Are you starting to feel uncomfortable?" you ask, grinning.

"No." I whisper as you slide your finger deep inside me, your eyes never leaving mine. One finger turns into two, your thumb pressing against my clit, not moving, just pressing. You work your fingers in and out of me, my fingers gripping the edge of the table, trying to maintain my composure- the other patrons oblivious. I whimper as you pull your fingers from me, and reach for a mozzarella stick with your slick fingers. You break off a small piece and bring it to my lips, feeding me both the food and my own juices. My tongue laps at your fingertips discreetly, your eyes never leaving my lips. You then bring them to your face, inhaling the musky scent.

"Well, what do you do at work when you're this tightly wound?" You ask me quietly.

I turn to look into your eyes. You know what I've done to relieve the tension; we've been in emails while I finger myself to orgasm right there in my cube. 

"You want me to do that right now?" I query, looking at you a little nervously.

You chuckle softly. Your voice barely a whisper, yet it echoes through me. "You know what I want." 

A simple statement, not a command- but I know what you want and I do so want you happy. I slide my hand up my thigh and along my slit. The folds are already moist, warm and inviting. I slide my middle finger in the folds feeling my juices envelope it. I touch my already engorged clit and begin to rub. You slide your arm around me again; your fingers caress my arm. I rub faster and harder knowing that I will cum hard and quick given the environment. 

I lean into your body, my body tight, your whispers hot in my ear, encouraging, welcoming, loving. I feel myself falling over the edge; you tighten your arm around me and draw me close to you, absorbing my spasms. Your hand brushes over my hand that has been grabbing your thigh. Soft moans escape my lips, your whispers continue, soothing, reassuring, and rewarding.

Slowly, my spasms subside. I'm surprised by such the short yet fierce quake that just rippled through me. My skin is flush, my heart racing as I quickly look around to reassure myself that no one noticed what I just did. However, I notice that two men look away quickly, and I'm sure they know. I blush an even darker shade of red, and attempt to close my skirt. Your hand covers mine, stopping me.

"Yes, they watched you the entire time, and do you know how hard you just made them. They want you now, doesn't that make you feel good, my little fuck slut?" 

Your silken whispers in my ear send a shudder of delight down my spine. I know how much you love to have men look at me with lust, knowing that I will be leaving with you. Making them want and desire a woman who would do such a thing for her man.

The waitress returns with our meals, stealing a glance at my parted skirt and winks at me. I'm sure to go tell the rest of the staff what she saw. I comment that we'll probably get the best service in the house now. True enough, our table was never without as much as a breadstick...

We slowly enjoy our meal, I ask you to tell me about growing up on the farm/ranch. We pass on desert and we take our leave. The two men watch me closely as we pass their table. I look directly at them as we pass and smile.



Dinner



We my new boss called me into his office I was worried. He ask me to take a seat and then closed the door. He told me that he had just gotten off the phone with Doctor Fleming and the Doctor had told him that he was switching all his patients to our product as long as I was his pharmacy representative. My boss told me great job and that he wished all his reps were as good as I was. I stood and he gave me a big hug and just held me. I am 25 year old blond and recently divorced. I told him thanks but didn't break the embrace. I have always been very sensitive and a hug is all it takes to get my nipples hard and he was getting me going. I was wearing a silk shirt underneath a suit jacket but no bra and I was certain he knew what he was doing.

He placed my hands around his neck and told me not to let go and pulled me very close to him. I could feel the hem of my skirt pull up and his hands grab my ass and all I could do is roll my eyes and moan. We were kissing passionately and his hands felt like they were everywhere. I closed my eyes and he laid me back on his desk and pushed my legs up. He grabbed the waist band of my panties and pull them off in one motion. He knelt down and started licking my clit and lips and I knew was over the edge. He licked and sucked until I was in ecstasy. I heard him unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants and felt him put the head of his dick on my lips and I knew he would get me again as soon as he pushed his way in. He slowly worked his dick all the way in and I was squeezing it as hard as I could. Then his phone rang and he told me to be quite. I realized it was his wife as he talked to her, but he didn't stop poking me the whole time and I could not be quite. He held the phone up to my ear and I could hear her telling him that she needed to bring me home with him. Then he told her he needed to have her cook dinner for one of his best employees and that he would be on the way home in 15 minutes. 

He just kept pounding me for 15 minutes until I felt him swell up and unload in me. That was enough for me to get me again and I felt him pull out. He still had my panties in his hand and he told me to get up and straighten up so that we could go to his house for dinner. It took me a couple of minutes in his private bath and we left out the back door of his office. His car was parked right outside and we were headed to his home. After we were in the car he kept his right hand on my leg and I stayed pretty worked up. The conversation changed to what I had done to get Doctor Flemings support and I explained.

The doctor had a 60 year old patient with erectile dysfunction who was taking a different product than ours and had no success. The doctor told me to give the patient a sample of our product and I waited in the room for the drug to take effect while the doctor saw other patients. The patient was sitting on an examination table and was talking to me the whole time. After about 10 minutes I ask the patient if he thought the drug had worked and he said no. I moved next to him and unbuttoned my jacket and blouse and put his hands on my breasts. I put my hand on his leg and in no more that 10 seconds his dick was making a tent out of his exam gown. I buttoned up my clothes and called for the doctor. He came in and said to the patient that it looked like it did the trick and the patient winked at me. The doctor told me we would call me when he had other patients that needed help with my product. I stopped at 3 other clinics and then came back to the office.

My boss said as long as I kept getting results to keep up the good work as we pulled into his garage. His wife opened the door and he introduced me to Helen. She was about 45 years old and in good shape and my boss just kept telling her how well I had done with Dr. Fleming. She made me a drink and lead me outside to a table set for dinner by the pool. We talked for about hour and we had finished a bottle of wine and I was feeling very comfortable. Then my boss came out with a pitcher of margaritas and sat down with us. I helped Helen bring out the food and by the time dinner was over I was feeling no pain and talking endlessly to them. Helen suggested we go swimming and told me to follow her upstairs to find a suit to wear. She lead me in the bed room and started kissing me and pulling off my cloths. I then felt myself fall back on the bed and she was right on top of me. I just gave into her and was enjoying her attention. She had undressed as well and straddled my face and I started kissing her. I felt hands on my bottom again and soon my boss was pounding my pussy again. It didn't take Helen long to come and she started sucking and rubbing my breasts. I started up again and was screaming for more. I woke up in the middle of the night and Helen was facing me and my boss was behind me. She had been playing with my nipples again. She pushed her top leg between my legs and I raised my left leg. She showed me a dildo and started working it into me. My boss was ready to go again too and he waited for her to pull out and then he pushed in from behind. When he was in she pushed in again with him and I thought I was going to rip apart. She got a motion going opposite of his so when he was going in he was going out and I was in a constant state of orgasm. I think they kept it up for a half an hour and I was totally wasted. The next thing I knew it was morning and I was alone in bed. I looked for my clothes but couldn't find them. I walked down stairs and found them on the patio having breakfast and they both enjoyed me sitting down with out a stitch of clothing on. I told them I had totally enjoyed myself and told them to invite me back anytime they wanted.



Dinner



You curled up at my feet. Your naked body was aching from pleasure. Your womanhood was drenched and soaking the carpet. I bent down to comb my fingers through your hair and touch your lips one last time, but you twitched from ecstasy and motioned for me to leave you. So I did.

I had come home from a long day of work and you were cooking dinner as usual. It was spaghetti night, and you decided to try something new: Angel Hair Surprise. You must have found it off of one of those sites you always frequent for the next big recipe to try out. But I was always game for you testing your cooking, so dinner was always up to what you were wanting to cook..

"What's the surprise, exactly?", I asked as I pressed my hand against you.

You leaned back and whispered in my ear, "You'll have to guess. But you'll know the taste."

I licked my lips and scanned what you were wearing. You were in your black lace lingerie, and I was surprised I hadn't noticed it before the smell of your cooking. It was always pleasing to see your curves, and to almost feel you by the way the silky lace graced your skin. Thoughts poured into my head of the things I wanted to do to your beautiful body, but I tried to refrain from becoming too aroused before dinner, so I placed them away for a later time.

But I was in wonderment about what the surprise could be, so I went for a taste. You almost slapped my hand when I dipped my finger into the sauce, but you refrained, hoping to get out of me what you were wanting.

"Mmm. That is good. Really good. What is the surprise again?"

"Oh, baby, I'm sure you can guess. Can't you?" you asked as your puppy dog eyes looked at my anxiously.

My finger dipped again and I got another taste. My mouth was flooded with flavor, and I thought of a few things I could narrow it down to. With one more dip, I found the secret.

"Oh, my. You have been naughty..."

I pressed myself up against you, wrapping an arm around you, and pulling you into me. My fingers glided down your side and slid up your thigh, pushed past the small lace covering before your lips, and gently went inside you just enough to feel that you had formed a small stream inside of yourself. My eyes glew with excitement. You acknowledged my increasing arousal with a kiss, and then took off running.

"If you want to fuck me, you'll have to catch me.", you teased.

But it didn't take long for me to get to you. It probably wasn't the best idea to tempt me with your juices, especially considering what kind of state they put me in. You went around the couch and I had jumped over it. I caught you midair as we flew towards the wall. My hands extended and caught ourselves motionless as we embraced inches from your favorite picture. You kissed me on the lips and asked me to go gentle. But I knew that wasn't what you wanted.

Your lingerie almost ripped as I lifted it above your waist and tore the connected panties off of you. You began to remove my pants, but I quickly twirled you around and pushed you against the wall. "I can do that!", I proclaimed as I kicked my pants off and rubbed my growing cock against your ass. My hands grasped your breasts and my tongue found it's way to your lower ear lobe.

"Sorry, but we can do foreplay and take it slow in a minute, but right now I just need a good, primal fuck!" I breathed heavily into your ear as you moaned with increasing pleasure.

I could feel your body shiver. I could feel your vagina pulse as I hovered my hardness below her. I could feel your nipples erect under the swirling of my finger tips.

Your breathing became heavier. "Please, just..fuck me!" you whined, completely under the control of your urges.

At first, I teased you by barely even breaking your lips. Swirling my head around your outside was common, and I knew you enjoyed it as much as I did. But you still moaned for more. I eventually gave in and put half of myself inside of you. One of my hands found it's way down your body and began rubbing your clit as your lower body began to shake. And with each whimper of lust for more, I wrapped a hand around your neck and squeezed a little tighter.

When we finally embraced in our fuck, your wetness guided me deep inside you with each thrust. Our bodies became one with each stroke, and our moans became louder and louder. The pulsing of your vagina walls and the throbbing of my cock excited us both as the pleasure escalated. Each thrust was accompanied by a finger swiveling around the surface of your clit. 

"God, just...fuck...I..you..mm.." 

You couldn't even form complete sentences anymore, and that was just the way I liked it. I continued to pound you from behind, with you sandwiched between myself and the wall. Each thrust lifted you higher until your feet were hardly even on the ground anymore. Your screams grew louder as I panted in your ear. My mouth found it's way to the side of your neck and my teeth dug in just a little. Your scream sent shivers down my spine.

After a few more minutes your voice was no longer audible. I had felt you cum on my cock over and over as I slammed inside of you. My pleasure had reached it's maximum and my thrusts became more forceful.

"Baby, I'm going to..." I started to say, but trailed off into orgasmic pleasure. I filled you with every ounce of semen I had inside me.

I wrapped both arms around your midsection as I finished draining myself inside of you. I licked my lips and kissed your left shoulder.

You curled up at my feet. Your naked body was aching from pleasure. Your womanhood was drenched and soaking the carpet. I bent down to comb my fingers through your hair and touch your lips one last time, but you twitched from ecstasy and motioned for me to leave you. So I did.

"Meet me in the bedroom when you can walk." I told you.



Dinner



Pulling into my drive, seeing the garage door open with no car in the slot, both of my brothers cars not in their normal parking spot either, I step out. Walk to your door and open it as lightning illuminates the sky, giving a momentary flash of your lightly tanned shoulders. Lifting you and placing you upon the long green hood of the 1967 Buick Wildcat, laying you out so your head is propped against the slopping windshield and your feet hang over the grill, in front of me. Taking my time with each stroke every change in pressure, my hands work themselves over your feet and up your calves. Your sun kissed skin is as soft and smooth as velvet on my lips. Putting as much attention into your lower legs as I had with my hands, I kiss and explore with my mouth. With each new stroke and touch your breath is caught somewhere between your chest and lips. 

Pulling back from your velvety sun kissed skin, a murmur of protest escapes from your lips but is quickly replaced by my own lips. My left hand slide under your neck, my right explores the top of your exposed skin above your green dress. 

With each kiss I'm pulled deeper in, my desire to tempt you will soon be my own undoing. Each return to your lips is deeper and is more full of passion than the last. Your hand finds the back of my head, gripping tight to my hair, sliding the palm of my right hand between your supple breasts, down to your stomach almost to the pitch of your sex.

Again your breath is caught, but your lips never leave mine. With your free hand you pull up your dress allowing me access to your stomach. My hand sliding across your stomach to the top of your green panties and back to back up to your dress bound chest, never touching your sex with each kiss the pressure of my touch strengthens as does your grip on me. Playing with your hip bones and circling each slowly then returning to your flat stomach, teasing and taunting you, while I still have the control to. Drinking in each moan and sigh from your lips. 

I rise up from your lips, again picking you up, there is a storm brewing. Carrying you inside up to my bedroom, setting you on the bed, I bound your legs to the bed frame. Untie your dress, freeing your chest your nipples erect and tugging against your perfectly shaped and sized breast. Binding your wrist as I did your ankles, I pull the egg from a drawer and slip between your wet panties and slickened sex. 

"Setting one should do for now" 

The room goes dark and I step away, forcing you to orgasm against the toy. Free from my touch for ten or fifteen minutes. The room echo's of your moan, the air is thick with the smell of your sex. The lights come back on and the warmth of the egg is soon replaced by cold of steel, sliding the back side of my knife against you, cutting your new panties free of your body. 

"What a beautiful sight, your body wet and full of desire solely mine tonight, mine to take and have as I choose!"

"Your swollen sex and full lips glistening from your forced orgasm, your body begging for my touch, this is beauty perfected!"

Standing to the right of the bed, I undress. Exposing how much my tempting you has turned me on. This is the last thing you see as a pull a blindfold from the drawer that held the egg. With your vision gone, your body rises with more passion and heat with each touch of the egg still going from its previous forced orgasm duty.

Down in the kitchen I pour a glass of wine, smiling at the naked woman on the bottle of Other. A second glass full of ice and a plate of pasta is with me when I return to your side. 

"Are you hungry?"

The restraints' around your ankles loosen as does the binds of your wrist. Sliding you into a seated position with your back pressed against the headboard. The wrist restraints again return, now pulling your arms out slightly above your head. The egg now quite following the patch of glistening wet hair your swollen lips, hips rising pressing against this object of forced orgasm, red rope replaces the green panties, pulled taught between your checks riding deep between your lips holding the egg prisoner. 

"Are you hungry beautiful?"

The rope is already wet and moving side to side, yet the egg is still silent for the moment. Taking the pasta one bite at a time, blindfold still over your eyes, around the 9th or 10th bite of pasta, I bring the egg to life. Powered all the way up for a moment then back off, this torture is continued throughout your naked dinner in my bed. Always watching and bringing up the wine when you look thirsty. 

"You will not orgasm; I have not had release in months. You can wait till I give you permission."

Replacing the food and wine with an ice cube, I press it to your lips and follow the soft line of your chin, around and down the sides of your neck. Across your collarbones, down between your firm and full, aching breast. Each movement of the ice is followed by the warmth of my breath, never letting my lips touch the smooth heated skin under the ice. Without warning, and with your mind fully engaged in the ice and wine, the egg comes to life. This time turned all the way down, placing my lips to yours and taking each moan and calls of pleasure from your soul, driving me further and further over the edge. As I pull back from your lips, the smile on your face is plain to see and understand, you know even blindfolded that I am standing painfully erect.

Again the cold steel blade is slid between you and your new panties, freeing you from the rope but not the egg. Taking the rope to my lips tasting your sweet juices' on it, lowering my head to your sex, spreading your slicked lips, gliding my tongue up and down your slit, feeling the egg working inside of you, ticking my tongue. Sucking your hardened clit into my mouth, caressing it with my tongue, nibbling it, your legs fighting there restraints, trying to wrap around my head. Your moans drive me to lick and suck faster and harder, lapping up your juices' as they flow from your body. Pushing my index finger deep inside your tight sex, sucking your clit deep into my mouth while massaging you sheath.



Dinner



"Table for two," the server led two attractive men to a secluded table.

"So, how was your flight?"

"Good. It's nice to be back in the dirty South" the blond guy smiled and blushed - the dark haired guy returned a smile and shifted his leg forward to rub against him.

"Can I bring you something to drink?" The server returned momentarily with the blond's request for a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc. With two glasses poured, Josh toasted to his handsome friend, "to a long overdue reunion."

Michael rubbed a little higher up Josh's leg as they clinked glasses.

They enjoyed a glass or two, reminiscing over some of the wild times they had. Both knew what the other was packing and were eager to enjoy each other's sexual prowess.

Josh suddenly excused himself (failing to hide his growing bulge). The server returned to the table asking about appetizers. "We'll enjoy our wine for a little longer," Michael said, wondering what the hell Josh was doing. He had been gone for a while. Michael was starting to get pissed. He left the half finished bottle of wine to go to the restroom and relieve himself. Muttering as he washed his hands, Michael heard someone move out of the last stall.

"Took you long enough," Josh quickly moved to the door locking it and grabbing Michael. They were rubbing each other, kissing passionately- tongues battling.

Both were rock hard. Pulling Michael's belt loose, Josh freed that familiar beautiful cock and knelt before it. He wanted to worship it with his mouth. Michael was leaning against the wall moaning while Josh swallowed his massive dick, swirling his tongue as he bobbed his head. Michael grabbed Josh's hair, gradually taking control. Josh tickled Michael's sac and asshole as his mouth was getting fucked.

"Wait, I'm too close," panted Michael. He pulled his long, wet cock out and positioned Josh so that he was bent over the sink. Michael then ripped Josh's pants and underwear to the floor.

"Oooh god" Josh nearly shot feeling Michael slick up his tight hole with a very hungry tongue. Josh's rigid cock was dripping pre-cum all over the sink. "Ughhhhh, I can't take it!!!! Fuck me now!!!!" Josh bellowed. Both kicked off their pants-. Josh grabbed a magnum while gripping Michael's fuck-stick, jacking it as he sensually licked his ball-sac. He then worked the condom down Michael's raging hard-on- lightly using his teeth til he reached the base. They were ready, spit was dripping on Michael's cock and Josh's waiting hole.

"Fuck that tight hole." Josh growled as he leaned over the sink counter. Michael teased him by rubbing his dickhead up and down Josh's crack.

"Fuck me now!!!!"

Michael obliged and slid his massive pulsating cock all the way in.

He worked slowly out, almost to the tip and fucked Josh at an easy pace-he was loving it, matching hand strokes to Michael's speed.

"You ready for more?"

"Ya, give it to me"

Michael slapped Josh's ass hard - first the left, then the right cheek. Josh cried out in pleasure. Michael was fucking him faster and faster, slamming into him. "Fuck yah!!!" Josh was lost, his cock straining in it's skin, ready to pop at any moment. Michael was getting really close too so he gripped Josh's hips and worked that ass at lightning speed. Moans filled the tiled restroom (probably the restaurant too) but they were too close to climaxing to give a fuck. Michael plunged one last time deep into Josh's ass, moaning and groaning as he came hard in the latex- Josh wasn't wearing a condom and immediately blew his load all over the mirror as Michael was shuddering, collapsing on top of him. "That was great," Josh said breathlessly. They kissed passionately, knowing what fun was left for them over the weekend.

Though flushed and disheveled, Michael and Josh brazenly returned to the table- both were thirsty and famished....

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sv blc $26

total $88.54

TIP

thanks - Billy (555-2745 ; )



Dinner?



I call you in the middle of the day, telling you to meet me at our favorite restaurant after work because I got a raise and want to take you to dinner. The day drags on, and just thinking about seeing you is enough to make me wet enough that it's hard for me to concentrate, which is only exacerbated by random emails I'm getting from you. Some of them are ordinary things, others aren't, and by the time I get ready to leave work, I'm half crazy with wanting you.

I arrive a little early because I drove too damned fast, and you aren't there yet, so I ask them to give me the big table in the corner. The lighting is low throughout the room, but just a little darker over there, and I think it looks just perfect for what I have in mind. 

I sit down to wait for you and have a glass of wine - I'm slightly nervous, though I don't know really why. I think I'm just anxious to see you, even though it's only been since this morning. I see you walk in and look for me, and I catch my breath - sometimes I really feel like I'm seeing you again for the first time. You walk towards me, with that half smile on your lips, and I feel my face getting hot. I want you. You sit down next to me, kiss me and you can see it in my face. 'Already, sug?' 

'Still.' You laugh - god I love the way you laugh - and we talk for awhile, drinking wine and enjoying being together. 

We have dinner, during which I reach over and undo your belt and unzip you, but nothing more just yet. A little while later, you take a handful of the skirt I'm wearing and pull it up slowly, almost all the way up to my waist. I'm wearing panties, and you hook your fingers through one side of them and start to pull them down which forces to me to raise up a little so they'll slide off. You get to my knees and let go, and I kick them off onto the floor. 

Your hand is hot on my thigh, then between my legs, stroking my pussy lips softly and you feel how wet I am. Your hand probes further and is on my clit, sliding up and down, inside me, then out, and I'm leaning back, legs open with my eyes closed. I can't think of anything but how your fingers feel inside me, and I don't want to. I'm breathing in short gasps and your voice is in my ear, telling me to cum for you. I want to, but I'm not quite there yet, and you tell me I need to now, or you'll stop. I'm trying, but I can't, not yet. You do stop, pulling your hand away from me and when I open my eyes, you put your fingers in my mouth and tell me that I really should listen to you. I suck them, one by one, loving the way I taste on your hands. 

I put my hand on your crotch, feeling you already mostly hard, rub back and forth a couple times, then take my hand away. I still can't believe you stopped, and I start to slide my fingers over my clit myself, I want to cum so badly, but you put your hand on my arm and tell me to stop, that you're saving it for yourself. I try to pull my skirt down, but you tell me to leave it where it is. 

Our server comes to the table to bring us more wine, and leans a little too far across the table - I look up and realize he can see my skirt hiked up and probably everything underneath it. I look away, at you, and see a tiny spark of jealousy in your eyes, then it's gone and your fingers are back between my legs. You know he's looking and you want him to, so he sees exactly what it is he can't have. He lingers a minute too long, and then catches himself and walks away - just as you make me cum. You start to pull your hand away, but I close my legs and keep it there for just a minute and you push two fingers back inside me, then pull them out and tug my skirt down. 

My face is flushed and I'm so turned on that I can hardly stand myself, but reach down to grab my panties to put them back on. I can't quite get them, so I have to actually get under the table. When I do, you move your leg so I can see your pants are still undone. The tablecloth is long, but not quite long enough that someone who was looking couldn't see me, but I don't care. I get close to you, kneeling between your legs, and lean forward to kiss you through the fabric, pulling your pants down a little further, breathing hotly on you, kissing and leaving little wet marks. 

I feel you pushing forward slightly, I know you want to be in my mouth, so I reach in and touch your skin, pulling you out and immediately sliding my tongue down your cock. I hear you breathe in sharply, and your hands reach under the table to touch my face. I have one hand on your cock while I work it with my tongue, the other cupping your balls, bending down to lick them here and there. 

I'm enjoying this - knowing that you want to make noise, and that you aren't because there are people around us, and it's making me that much more intent on making you cum. Sucking your cock, licking the head, rubbing that one spot on the underside with my thumb. Your hands are in my hair, pulling me forward, making me take you in my mouth, pushing yourself further in, down my throat. I feel you swell just a little more and pull back - you tease me, I tease you, but your hands find my head and pull me back towards you. You start to cum, thick spurts in my mouth, but I miss some of it and it runs down my chin. I'm swallowing the rest greedily, slurping every last drop of you up. 

You're done, and you still have barely made a sound, so I keep you in my mouth, licking you, rubbing you, until your hand pulls me up. I sit back down beside you, laughing a little, especially when I see the same waiter that had been hovering earlier staring at us, eyes wide, pointing and saying something to a couple other people he's standing with. I lean over and whisper that I want to take you to a park overlooking the city and fuck you now, and you grab my hand and we leave, stopping to kiss and grope one another at least 5 times on the way to the car. 

As we drive away, I realize I never did pick up my panties... 



Dinner



I was a little early for our dinner date and, since you didn't answer the door when I knocked, I let myself in with the key you gave me a few weeks ago. I walked into the living room, and heard the shower running, so I made myself comfortable on the couch. After a few minutes, I heard the water cut off. 

You came out of the bathroom, with one towel wrapped tight around your bosom, and another tying up your wet hair. You smiled that mischievous little grin as you walked past me, and I just couldn't resist. I jumped up from the couch and wrapped my arms around you from behind. 

You giggled and said "We're going to be late." Rather than argue about it, I gently kissed your neck. The whisper of a moan you let out told me you didn't really care about being late. I continued kissing and sucking softly on your neck, running my hands up and down your soft body.  As I cupped your left breast, the knot holding the towel broke loose, and the towel fell to the floor. You pushed your ass back against me, grinding and moaning. I could feel my pants getting tighter as you commanded the attention of my manhood. I pulled your head to the side, and kissed you passionately. We stayed like that for what seemed like forever, our tongues exploring each other's mouths. I pulled the towel from your wet hair and let it fall back against my chest, the water soaking through my shirt. I ran my hands down your body, caressing your sides, your stomach, your hips, and your backside. I ran my fingers lightly through your freshly trimmed bush, my other hand playing with your breasts again, tickling and tugging on your nipples. I started gently toying with the folds of your femininity, teasing and tempting. You were grinding hard back against me. You could feel my rock hard member aching to get out of my trousers. You spread your feet a little, allowing me better access to play with your swollen clit. You pulled your body away from mine just enough to slide a hand between us and squeeze my cock through my pants. You began to unbuckle my belt, but I stopped you.

"Not yet" I whispered. I turned your back to the wall, and pushed you against it. I started kissing and sucking on your neck again, then began working my way down with my mouth. Kissing and licking your throat, your chest, stopping to suck on each nipple for a while, then continuing to your belly button. I was on my knees by now, and you willingly threw your leg over my shoulder, and grabbed the back of my head. I teased you for a while, licking and kissing the insides of your thighs, then licking the length of your gash, then back to the thighs.

"You're soooo mean..." you moaned. I worked my tongue between your lips and worked it around and around, lapping up your juices, circling your clit. I worked my way down a little more, to get a better angle, and began sucking on your clit while teasing it with my tongue. You were breathing heavy, and I could feel the muscles in your legs tightening as you moaned louder and louder. I worked my tongue inside you, flicking it up and down while thrusting it in and out, enjoying every drop of your juicy pussy. The patch of skin between your breasts was red, as was your face, and I wondered for a second if the neighbors could hear you moaning. I put my tongue back on your clit and licked it as fast as I could, creating a vibration.

You started screaming when I sucked your clit back into my mouth, still vibrating it with my tongue. Your body was trembling, and you were glistening with a light coat of sweat.  It was the only time I ever heard you use the F word. "Oh God! Oh! Oh! Oh FUCK! Oh! Oooh! Mmmmm...." The screams subsided to moans, and the trembling faded away. 

I stood up and kissed you passionately again, making you taste yourself on my tongue. You reached for my belt again, and almost had it unbuckled when I stopped you again.

"After dinner" I said. "C'mon... go get dressed." You just grinned and blushed as you walked toward the bedroom.

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After we finished our entrée's, the waiter brought us a piece of fresh made cheesecake with strawberries and whipped cream, with two forks. As he walked away, I felt your hand on my thigh, sliding upwards.

"Why you dirty little girl!" I whispered with a grin, as you squeezed me through my pants. My cock started growing the instant you touched it.

You just smiled back, and said "I know what I want for desert" as you squeezed again. I fed you a bite of the cheesecake as I felt you fingers searching for my zipper. Your hand reached inside as you licked the whipped cream from your lips. "And you call me dirty. You're the one not wearing any boxers!" Your cool hand on my hot manhood sent a chill up my spine, and the thought that the people around us might know what you were doing was almost more than I could bear. I wasn't even hard yet, but I felt like I was going to explode right there under the table. You caressed the veiny flesh of my rod until it was standing at full attention. When you twisted your arm around to reach downward and fondle my balls, I just knew everyone knew what you were doing. Your arm rubbed against the underside of my prick as you rubbed and rolled the boys between your fingers.

You lowered your arm to its previous position as the waiter walked up, and grabbed me firmly as he asked "Will there be anything else this evening?"

I half answered, half moaned, "Not from you. Thank you." He put the check in front of me and snuck away with a knowing smirk on his face. I reached for my wallet as you pulled me from my cotton prison and began stroking me hard under the table. When you thought no one was looking, you ducked down and pulled me in between your slightly parted lips. You drew me in deep, and I could feel my little soldier's helmet rubbing the back of your throat. You bounced up and down a few times, and with each penetration, my throbbing head went deeper into your esophagus. I was afraid you were going to gag, but I wasn't going to stop you. I noticed an old man on the other side of the restaurant was watching us, eyes wide and every denture showing, as his wife studied her soup.

My breath was quickening, my balls tightening, and my cock began to throb in your throat as you pulled away and sat up. You squeezed the base of my cock hard, to keep me from spewing all over the front of my trousers, letting it spasm with no release. When the throbbing stopped, you let go and said "pay the bill. And hurry." You grabbed your purse, stood up and walked around the table to give me a quick kiss, the turned toward the front door. I didn't bother to tell you, because it was such a turn on, that in that little dress with no bra, everyone could see your hard nipples from across the room. And, as I watched your cute little tush swish toward the door, I realized you didn't have panty lines, either. Not even a thong.

I waited patiently for the waiter to return, and gave him my credit card. I was in no hurry, since I wasn't going to cross the restaurant with an erection poking out anyway. When the waiter came back with my card, I stuffed it and my wallet in my front pocket and stood up, then quickly sat back down again. I sat down so quickly, in fact, that I almost missed the chair.

"A quick adjustment, sir?" The waiter asked.

"Indeed" I nodded, as I fumbled under the table to fight my boner back into my pants.

The waiter pointed toward a hallway that was a helluva lot closer than the front door. "Second door on the right. Straight to the parking lot, sir."

I thanked him with an extra twenty, on top of the tip I had already given him, and slipped out the back.

When I got to the car, I couldn't see you through the tinted windows and the rain. I ran around to the driver's door, yanked it open, and piled myself inside. It took a few minutes to register what you were doing. You had your back to the passenger side door, with one leg on my headrest, and the other on the dashboard. Your dress was pulled up around your waist, with your left hand between your legs and your right inside the top of your dress, playing with your left nipple. I just sat there for a few minutes, listening to your moans and watching your fingers slide in and out, alternating between penetrations and massaging your clit. My erection, which had faded enough to walk out of the restaurant, was back with a vengeance now.

As I put the care in gear, you moaned "Go fast, baby." I knew what you wanted. I made the turn out of the parking lot, sliding the car sideways on the rain slicked roads as I jammed the accelerator pedal to the floor. I worked the gears like a madman, and had us up to 90 miles an hour in two blocks, then downshifted to take the ramp up to the freeway. I swerved hard across 3 lanes to get in the fast lane, and had the vette up to 120 in no time. Speed always did it for you, and I could hear your breathing getting faster and moans getting louder. I turned on the overhead light so that I could enjoy the show, albeit intermittently, while I drove. 

You had two fingers of your right hand inside, with your left middle fingers rubbing your clit furiously. With your back hunched against the door, and your pelvis rotated up against the center console, I knew where you were going as soon as you started working the third finger in. It was no time at all until you had all 4 slipping in and out with ease. My, what a show.

"Why are you slowing down?" you asked.

"He wants to watch, honey."

"Who?"

You didn't even notice the truck next to us, hauling 18 tons of steel to God knows where. "The truck driver," I said. "I think he likes you!"

"He'd like any woman putting on a show like this!" you said. "Ooooh... is he jacking off?" you asked with a grin.

When I said yes, you started working your thumb into your pussy, for a full blown fist. You started moaning and thrashing, your body caught in the throes of orgasm. Even the truck driver could hear you scream with pleasure, and, although I couldn't see him below the shoulders, I did see his load fly up and land on the steering wheel.

You laid there, covered in sweat and juices for a few minutes, before turning to a proper seated position. Your dress was still up around your waist, with the straps off of your shoulders. The truck driver and I could both see all that you had to offer, with both beautiful tits hanging out and nothing covering your clean shaven snatch. I waved at him and grinned, he pulled a long sound on the air horn, and you flipped him the bird as you lit your cigarette. As you exhaled that first lung full of nicotine, you turned to me, still smiling, and said "would you take me home and fuck me, already?"

The truck driver blew the horn again as I accelerated past 130 miles an hour, headed for home. 

When I pulled off the interstate, I began maneuvering the vette around the side streets as I plead my case.

       "Honey, you've had me so worked up for so long, it's never gonna last. This boner wasn't even half gone from the restaurant when you started that show on the highway. You'll be lucky if I can hold out five minutes. Hell, I'm shocked that I didn't cum in my pants!"

       You were still gently teasing your clit, with your dress up around your waist and your beautiful breasts glistening under each passing street light. "Aw, you poor thing." You said, grinning as you started pinching your nipples. "Am I too much for you?"

       "You just might be, woman. You might." I mumbled as I shifted in my seat. You reached across with your right hand and started stroking me through my pants. You deftly unzipped my fly with one hand, and started stroking my veiny member with fury.

       "Pull over. Now!" you ordered, and who was I to question. I hit the brakes hard and wheeled over to the curb. 

       "Oh shit, babe. This is a Police Station!" I said as I reached for the gear shift, intending to move further down the road. You pushed my hand away from the shifter and turned the key off, leaning closer to whisper in my ear.

       "Then you better cum fast, so we don't get arrested." You whispered, then licked my earlobe. You dove face first into my lap, taking my whole cock into your hungry mouth in one fast motion. You bobbed up and down a few times, and I could feel my head hitting the back of your throat with every stroke. Your hand cupped my balls, teasing and tickling them as they tightened. You held me deep and constricted your throat around the head, squeezing it as your tongue swirled around the base of my shaft, your moans sending vibrations of ecstasy down my prick and up my spine.

       "Oh, oh God! Oh FUCK!!!" I yelled through gritted teeth as I felt my load gush deep into your throat. You pulled half of my dick out and kept sucking hard, stealing every drop you could get, enjoying your salty cocktail. The load felt so big that I feared you might drown. I just kept cumming and cumming, for what seemed like forever. 

       You pulled your mouth away from my throbbing cock and turned your face toward mine. There was a long tendril of my juice hanging from your chin when you smiled at me and said "Thank you, sir. May I have another?" then quickly turned and inhaled me to the root again. You squeezed my balls gently as your esophagus massaged the head of my still throbbing member and your tongue teased my shaft. The throbbing turned to tightening, which became spasms almost instantly. I felt another load of my baby batter spew deep in your mouth. I moaned with ecstasy at the heightened feeling. I had never had an orgasm so intense, I guess because I had never had multiple orgasms before. The second load was twice the size of the first, but you swallowed every drop like a champ. 

When you rose up, I reached and wiped my cum from your chin, wiping it on my trousers. You laid your head on my shoulder as I started the car, and we drove home like that. Your head on my shoulder, gently stroking my cock with one hand, slowly fingering your pussy with the other, with your tits hanging out for me (and passing motorists) to look at from time to time.

You opened the car door as I pulled into the garage and killed the ignition. I watched, entranced, as you slipped completely out of your dress and stood there fondling your breasts and teasing your clit as the garage door closed. Headlights slithered around the walls of the garage, and illuminated you like a spotlight, as a car turned around in the cul-de-sac. You giggled, hoping the driver got a good look at your toned and tanned body.

You walked around the car as I struggled to get my large frame out of the low riding vette. You grabbed my still semi erect penis, and led me into the house by it. Looking down to watch your shapely ass sway back and forth as you walked, and feeling your gentle tugging as you urged me to come along was all I needed. I was completely engorged and ready to go before we made it across the kitchen.

I grabbed you and spun you around, pinning you against the counter. As I kissed you deeply, our tongues entwined in dance, I shoved my cock between your thighs, dragging the length of my shaft back and forth against your clit. I could feel your warm juices covering me, lubing my boner up for another round of action. I backed up half a step, turned you away from me, and, with one hand on your shoulder, bent you over the marble work surface.

"Yeah, baby." You said as I slid my manhood deep inside your hot, dripping snatch. I put both hands on your shoulders and pulled as I thrust hard, all the way home. I held it deep inside and worked my hips up and down, grinding my pelvis against your firm ass, letting my balls bounce against your love button. You moaned, biting your lip, as I pulled my whole length out and started over, shoving in, grinding up and down, then pulling out. Shoving in, grinding up and down, then pulling out. I did this a few times, then pulled out and stopped. I left you waiting and wanting while I unbuttoned my pants and let them fall to the floor. I knew you were watching over your shoulder, so, as I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of my pants, I grabbed my cock and stroked it slowly. I pulled my shirt off over my head, not bothering to unbutton it, then stroked myself some more, for your enjoyment. Long, slow, deliberate strokes, like my dick was playing peek-a-boo with you. "Baby, pleeeeease" you moaned as I stroked it, teasing you. 

I knelt behind you and buried my tongue in that sweet pussy, grinding my chin against your clit. You screamed as you came all over my face, just a few short seconds later, your body tensing and trembling. I stood up and grabbed your hips as I buried my manhood back inside you. I fucked you hard for a few minutes, my hips slapping your ass and leaving red marks on both of us. Then I stopped and used some long, slow, deep strokes for a while. You moaned a "yes" or a "yeah" or an "oooh" with every stroke, and I could feel you tighten around me as your moans got louder. I tightened my grip on your hips and went at it as hard and fast as I could, shoving all of me in with every thrust, my balls slapping your clit with every stroke. Your pussy was pulsating as you screamed in another orgasm, louder than the first. I could feel your juices dripping from my balls.

When you finished cumming, I pulled out, pulled you off of the counter, and led you to the living room. I pushed you backwards onto the couch, in a sitting position, and grabbed the remote. As I stood in front of you, trying to dial up your favorite porno movie on the DVR, your lips found my cock and your tongue licked your juices from it.

"I love the taste of pussy on you" you said, then gently pulled me into your waiting mouth. Your mouth worked me, gently sucking and stroking, while I finished with the remote. I pulled back and watched you play with you clit for a few minutes, then got on my knees in front of you and slid my raging boner back into your steamy cunt. Your eyes rolled back as a smile crept across your face as I slid inside.

"Hey! You're not watching the movie!" I said, joking.

"Fuck you. Fuck ME!" you replied. I braced my hands against the back of the couch and extended my legs out behind me. You wrapped your legs around my thighs, tilting your pelvis up toward mine, making sure you were getting all of me. I started pumping quick and rhythmically, pushing all the way in, then rotating my hips up to grind your clit, then pulling out. You grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me in harder as these three phase thrusts got faster and faster.

You were almost singing "Oh yes! Oh God! Fuck me! Oh yes! Oh God! Fuck me!" when I felt my scrotum tighten and my rod begin to throb and pulsate. I could feel your vaginal muscles squeezing my member as I pumped harder and faster and deeper. You grabbed your ankles and spread your legs wide. Your back arched, your eyes rolled back, your body writhed and spasmed beneath me as you scream "Yes! Yes! Oh God! Fuck YES! YES! OOOOOOOHHHHHHH!" Your pussy clinched my cock as I buried my love load deep inside you, yelling "Ohhhhhhh Fuuuuuuuck YEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!"

Sweat was dripping from both of us as I kept stroking until my cock stopped spasming. You collapsed back onto the couch, and I on top of you, our bodies locked in a loving embrace. We lay like that for a while. You looked surprised when I reached down and wrapped your legs around me again. I put my arms around you, and you put yours around my neck as I picked you up off of the couch, my love muscle still deep inside you, twitching.

"What're you doi..." you started to ask, but I cut you off.

I smiled and said "Round two. Upstairs." As I carried you toward the bedroom, bouncing you on my half erect cock with each step.

"Oh, yes, sir!" you said. "Damn, I love you." You mumbled as you put your head on my shoulder.



Dinner



Dinner By Charlie Wilder

Dinner was wonderful. I still don't have a clue what we ate. It was something red and messy. I was impressed when you said you had spent the afternoon making it. Even as I was eating it, I was staring at you the whole time. 

I was mesmerized watching the light glimmer off of the crimson wine that you swirled and swirled before lifting it to you lips to sip. I wanted just one drop to trickle down your chin, past your throat and leave a pink streak between your breasts. I wanted to follow that drop. 

After we had cleared the plates from the table I went to the living room to do something, maybe it was turn up the music or turn down the lights? I don't know but you followed me and then you were dancing. You were dancing in the blue silk dress we had bought that afternoon. You had your hands in your hair and over your head and on your hips and your eyes were closed. 

The moment played out and you were smiling. I let the music play and sipped my wine sitting on the couch. And then the blue dress was a puddle in the middle of the floor. Just blue/grey heels, blue panties and a silky blue bra and the silver necklace I gave you on our first date. 

A new song came on. Enrique Iglesias telling us that tonight he's gonna fuck you. Oh my god I can't make this up. "Tonight I'm gonna fuck you," over and over it filled the air. Then it was Let's Have Sex and you were still dancing. 

That was NOT the playlist I had prepared for that night. When had you put yours on? "...Now strip for me baby. Make it nice and sloooowwww" came over the speakers, and you did. Now only blue/grey heels and a slip of silver broke the creamy pale softness. 

Suddenly you twirled right in front of me and you leaned down, touching me with your hair and lips only. They were only teasing wet kisses and you whispered to me to unbutton my shirt and jeans. 

Turning away you slowly leaned slowly over and let your hair sweep the floor as you swayed to the beat. Your perfect ass did a slow grind in front of me before you rose with your hands in your hair and spun back to face me. You reached out and placed your hands in mine. I brought yours to my lips, kissing each finger and then your palm and pulsing wrist. 

I sucked on each finger with my vision blurred with alcohol and lust. I stood up as you continued to dance with your eyes locked onto mine. I raised my hands to your head and pulled you to me. We kissed with our hands wrapped in each others hair. 

Then there was only that first feeling of desperation, of wanting to have you without condition. I was wearing only white boxers now and they were uncomfortable. I couldn't get them over my stiff cock and laugh as I nearly fell down getting them off. You reached for my cock but I grabbed your hands and kissed them again. 

I wanted my cock untouched before it slid into you for the first time. I wanted to make love to you, hold you, kiss you, lick and play with you. But right then I just wanted to fuck you hard. My hands slid down your face and gripped your shoulders hard. My breathing was ragged and intense. My fingers were digging into you as I turned you around and pressed against you from behind. 

The White Stripes Ball and Biscuit played and that was a perfect driving beat. I wrapped my arms tightly around you from behind cupping your breasts and kissing your back. Then I was kissing up the side of your neck, hot and fluid. I kissed your ear and whispered that was going to fuck you right then. 

The passion had built up in us for the three weeks that we had been together. You didn't say a word. Your breathing was rapid as you leaned over slightly and placed your hands onto the arm of the couch. Your hips were still moving and grinding to the blues beat. 

With my fingers digging into your hips I pulled you hard against me. The head of my cock slid over your pussy. Oh my god you were so wet. You were still in your high heels heels and I had to spread your legs a little to get you to the right position. The swollen head of my cock was right where I wanted it and I left it as you did your bump and grind. I wanted to feel that first pop as the head penetrated. 

I waited...waited, and finally I couldn't stand it anymore and rammed my throbbing cock in fast. Your pussy grabbed hard and we both gasped. You reached back with your right hand and pulled me to you. I left my throbbing cock in deep for what felt like an hour, and then out and back in hard, again and again. 

Your juices were dripping down my balls and my thighs. There were wet slapping sounds mixing with the guitar and our moans. You said "oh my god fuck me baby" and I screamed your name in ecstasy. 

It had to be that way. I had wanted this so much and this is just how it had to be. Harder and harder I doubled the beat. Your knees bent and I felt you in a whole new way. Your right hand reached down between your legs to cup my balls and then to play with your clit. I could feel your massaging fingers on the base of my cock when I was fully in you. 

Your head dropped lower as my muscles started to tighten. And then my whole body was on fire and straining with each thrust. I could feel your pussy squeezing and I knew that was when I totally lost control. I was pounding and screaming your name over and over. 

We now had our own frantic rhythm, grunting and moaning with each stroke. You would meet each thrust and grind and squeeze. I felt the wave building in me, starting in my balls and spreading rapidly throughout my body. I was so focused on the feeling of my cock in you. 

"Fuck me harder baby," you screamed raggedly as I felt your warm juices gush down my leg. 

My own orgasm started and it convulsed and spread and I screamed your name over and over. It felt liquid and molten as it spread over and in me and you. I couldn't stop gasping and shaking. The spasms of your pussy sent me even higher. Your knees buckled and I caught you and I guided you onto the couch before we both fell. 

I lowered to my knees, kneeling in front of you as we both gasped "oh my god," and I wanted your pussy again right then. I wanted to suck on your pussy as my cum and your juices were oozing out of you. 

I spread your legs as you lay back and I kissed softly and then licked deeply and it tasted of you. It was just the way I had dreamed you would taste with my cum inside of you. 

I licked softly as I caught my breath and then kissed you hard. I was finally able to breathe without gasping so I started flicking my tongue over your clit. I played with it. It was my toy and I wanted it to feel so good for you. Now I could just focus on you. I sucked on your clit and reached my hands up and spread your pussy lips open wide so that I could take you in. 

You were still dripping and I spread the salty sweet liquid over your thighs and then licked them clean. I kissed your pulsing clit slowly and then took it between my lips and sucked, playing with the end of it with the tip of my tongue. 

I felt your hips moving again, slowly at first and then harder as you regained your strength. I backed away and blew softly on your swollen labia and clit. You moaned again for the first time since I pulled out of you. 

Your head was back and your eyes were closed and your lips were parted and I could see your tongue darting in and out. Your fingers intertwined in my hair as I kissed deeper and harder and you gyrated against my face. I wanted you to cum for me. I wanted to feel it and taste it. I wanted to hear you scream again. 

I felt your back begin to arch and your thighs squeezed my head. I felt the tips of your heels dig into my back as you wrapped your legs around me. It felt so delicious. I was so totally focused on you, wanting you so much and then your orgasm cascaded all around me. It was so totally amazing that I knew I would want it all the time. I was addicted. 

You pushed me away from you and I got it at once. It was too much and we both needed a time out for a few minutes to catch our collective breath. 

I rested on the couch with my head in your lap looking up at you. You looked down at me and smiled a wonderful, sexy, sated smile. You placed your hands on my face and I kissed your thighs and slipped my hands under you because I wanted to be as close to you as I could. 

I said "you are amazing!"

You said "I want your cock in my mouth." 

And now it was time for tenderness and play and love. I took your hand and led you to my room, walking over all of your clothes. The smell of your perfume and of our sex was still in the air. As you lay in the middle of my bed you were already breaking my heart. You pushed me back onto the pillows, smiling and singing and dancing and then your mouth plunged over my still hard cock just like that and I screamed your name. I was yours.



Dinner



"DID I ASK YOU TO GET ME A SWEATER? It's summer, or didn't you think about that?" The venom dripped from her words. This was nothing new.

Cathy was at it again. Married 25 years and needed to be in control of the entire world. It was always her way, or she'd bitch and moan, manipulate or demean till she got it. Years ago I repeatedly tried to confront her on her behavior. I've tried every way I could, from easing into it all the way to yelling and screaming. It didn't matter. Her defenses took charge and there would be no way to get her to see anything that she was frightened of. 

She was always able to turn it around to make it my problem, not hers. It's slowly gotten worse over the years. The last two months have been hell for me. Lately, our daughter Karen has learned to stay away from the house as much as possible.

Today, the five of us were together. First time for our entire family to be together in over a year. Karen our youngest was graduating with honors from high school and we were all going out to lunch to celebrate. The fact that restaurants over chilled in the summer had nothing to do with what was going on.

Cathy continued, "Don't you think that I know what I need? You're always getting in the way. You don't do the things that I tell you to do. You only do the things that I don't ask you. Now get my brown jacket from upstairs."

My career as a plumber allowed us some comforts in life. The suburb we were in had a great school district and the kids did very well in it. The three of them took advantage of what it had to offer. Cathy demanded that they do their best, and these kids are being launched, launched successfully. 

Karen our youngest got a half scholarship to Boston College and was going to start there in 3 months. She was going for Math. Mary our oldest was finishing up a Masters in Electrical Engineering on a full scholarship on the West Coast while John was in Chemistry at Purdue. 

Cathy was damn good at getting her way. No one could stand up to her. She was half Italian, half southern Italian, half dirt-poor southern Italian, and from the wrong side of the tracks at that. She came from a family of gritty survivors. They fought for everything and held on to everything that they ever got. And they did not get much in life. The bootstrap help her family got was because they worked like hell. Now, it's in the second generation, but the mindset is still dirt-poor. 

We married 25 years ago. Mary was born at our two year anniversary, then came John 18 months later and then Karen. Karen will be 18 in a matter of weeks and starts college in three months. All the kids were high achievers, the best they could be. They got that from their mother. It always had to be their best, and they were capable. She wanted them to succeed. God help us all if any child was only average.

I made a choice those years ago. I've made a different one now while I walked up the stairs. It was not to get her coat but to pack my suitcase. I tried hard to protect my children from her bullying, her anger. I chose to stay these years because I could not abandon them to her and her destructiveness. I would not damage them. I've eaten shit over the years to protect them from her. They are now launched, or nearly so. Close enough. It'll be better that we are all together when it happens. Mary, John and Karen will have each other nearby to process it with one another.

The counseling sessions I've gone to over my lunch hours over the past couple of months has helped me put my life into perspective. On one hand I feel like a failure because didn't stand up to Cathy. On the other hand, my children have always been more important than me. I am responsible for them. One of the things I knew over the years what a divorce would do to everyone. The worse time for kids is when they are adolescents. In addition to the emotional upheaval, they wouldn't be able to stay in the school district. Our school district gave them so many advantages in life. Even with all the yelling and silence, they had a stable home. Not a perfect one, but a stable, consistent one.

The kids learned how to live with their mother, how to get support from their father. I've put myself in very demeaning positions over the years. It was not from weakness, it was from love for them. I ran interference, I listened to them deal with her unreasonableness. I even explained to them that she sometimes demanded reasonable things from them. No one is completely wrong, or right. One day in the future I hope that they see that I did the best for them. I was a hell of a role model, I hope that they don't hate me for that.

It was now time for me. It was my time to get my life back, my soul back, my self-respect back. I wanted a future for me. No, I needed a future for me. I was no longer going to be baby-sitting Cathy's behavior any more. She was a grown woman, a soon to be single 52 year old grown woman and out on her own. No one to boss around. She was going to have to find somebody else in life to vent to, to vent on. I wonder how long she'll be able to keep a job now. It hasn't mattered for a while. She'd get fed up, quit, stay home for a couple of weeks. Then she'd find another one and start that cycle all over again. This time, I won't have to listen to it, listen how she sabotaged her own life.

Now it's time to quickly pack. I was planning on leaving after Karen left for college. After these last two months, I knew that I can't wait any more.

I was half way through my second suitcase when I heard Cathy bellowing "What are you doing up there? Honestly, it's in my closet. My nice and neat closet. Not your cluttered one. Do I have to get it myself?"

"Sorry, I saw that my pants had a seam that was splitting and I needed to do something about that. I'll be down in a minute. Sorry for keeping you waiting." That's when I clicked the lock on the second old Samsonite suitcase. I was ready to go. I knew where I was moving to for a couple of weeks before i got a place of my own. They were ready, and so was I. I closed my eyes and exhaled. I was going. With a sigh I picked up both suitcases and began walking down the stairs.

As I got to the landing I heard Karen start to call out, then she stopped cold. She saw the suitcases. Our eyes met and I could see the sorrow in her eyes. She knew, she knew I was leaving. There was more noise from behind her that also suddenly stopped as her brother and sister saw it too. The silence was deafening. As I put the suitcases down by the front door, my soon to be ex-wife Cathy showed up bitching about me being late. Then she saw the suitcases. The look on her face showed that she didn't comprehend.

At that point, I removed my wedding ring and walked over to her. I held it for her to take. "I won't be needing this anymore." Cathy held it in her hand with a totally confused look. It was like she was watching a movie, the end of someone else's marriage.

Then I turned to Karen and the other two. "I'm sorry, I tried to hold on as long as I could. Karen, you'll only have three months to be here till school starts. I'm sorry, Karen, I'm so sorry."

I opened the door when Karen began. "Dad?" I looked back at her and saw the sorrow and tears in her eyes, and the sorrow and tears in the eyes of my other two children. "Dad, thank you so much for the years you gave to us. We've never been able to survive or succeed without you." She and the other two gave me the warmest group hug that we'd ever had.

Then Cathy bellowed up, "What is going on here? Why are you leaving? GET BACK IN HERE NOW."

I turned to her. In a very soft voice I said. "Cathy, you are no longer in charge. What you say, what you demand doesn't go any more. You've done little over the years to want me to stay. I won't be verbally and emotionally abused by you anymore. It's over." I picked up the suitcases and looked in her eyes, "I'm done."

"It's not over till I say it's over." I heard as I started turning toward the open door. That's when she came back with a taunt. "Aren't even man enough to say why?" But the normal tone in her voice wasn't the same. There was a cracking to it, there was a look on her face of confusion, of fear. I had an opening. It wasn't going to change anything, but I could get something out. I hesitated a few seconds.

"Ok, sit down, all of you sit down at the table." A new look of anger mixed with relief crossed her face. I placed the suitcases by the front door and then closed it as the others sat down at the dining room table.

"Cathy, you haven't respected me for years, you've treated me and these kids like shit for years. Everybody annoyed you, it always had to be your way. If I made any choices you immediately found fault in what me or anybody else said or did." I exhaled and it looked like she was going to start in on me.

I stared her down. "No fucking way. If I'm telling you why I'm leaving, YOU KEEP YOUR GOD DAMN MOUTH SHUT. Open it and I'm out the door in seconds. UNDERSTAND? You're not in charge anymore."

I received an angry silent look from her. The look was not daggers, it was napalm. But she remained quiet.

"Nobody could have any ideas, only yours counted. The only time I ever made any headway with you was when there was a witness. Then you changed what you said to make your words and attitudes sound so much more reasonable."

"That's not true." she blurted out.

"Ok Cathy, how about this morning? What did you say, how did you treat me?"

"I was only showing you what you chose was not the best. It could be better. I didn't treat you without respect. I told you that later."

I started laughing and pulled out my phone. "Ok, let's listen to you. I recorded it. I've got a witness." I hit play, and her face showed fear, then terror.

It was not new for the kids, they'd heard it all before. But having a recording was different. She could no longer bully her way through things. With the recording and 4 people listening to it, she was toast. Her powers of denial could not hold up to hearing herself actually speak. She was as abusive, demeaning and self-centered as she always was, in fact much worse than when all the kids were at home. These past two months have been hell. She cringed at hearing her own words, their power, their venom. The dis-taste, the anger that flowed from her mouth. She's always been a frightened little girl. The problem was that she learned growing up to be outwardly tough. It damned her, it damned her marriage.

"I was just having a bad day. I'm not like that always."

"Cathy, we've got time. I've got 6 months of our interactions recorded. How many bad days does it take to see that you're a very destructive person, a destructive wife? How many? Let me bring out one from last week and ..." She hid her face in her hands. She lost, and was lost.

Mary broke the silence. "Mom, you stopped listening to Dad years ago. Nobody could get through to you. You blustered and bullied to get your way. It's always been your way or the highway." 

Cathy's eyes were filling with tears. "You abused him, verbally and emotionally for years. He ran interference for all of us. I know that he did this all to keep us safe, keep our family together. We've never spoken about it to him, but we all watched over him and how he was doing. You've been worse the past two months."

Now Karen started to cry, cry out with rage and anger and hurt. "He cared what we thought, what we felt. He protected us from you and your anger. Everybody in the fucking world annoys you. You'll never get it. You don't control the world. You don't control him anymore. Why don't you think about why he's leaving? He's done with you. The way you've treated him and us shows everything. What you have done shows us all you wanted your marriage to be over. You've finally got what you've been working for."

John joined in, "He kept explaining away your anger for years. Helping us see who you are, that part of you that's weak. Weak just like the rest of us. He tried to help us understand you. That was his love for us, that was his love for you. Acceptance. You never changed and you've gotten worse."

John pounded his fist on the table. "WHY THE HELL ARE THE THREE OF US GOING TO SCHOOLS MILES AWAY FROM YOU? We've all run away. We all know your limitations. Three days here and it goes south immediately. Dad no long has to protect us from your anger."

Karen looked at me. "Dad, I want to come with you. No, I have to come with you. Don't abandon me to her. Please don't do that to me." She held her face in her hands, tears dripping through her fingers. 

John reached over and hugged his little sister, "There are sublets by the school that we can get for the summer. I've got a part time job set up. You can stay with me till your start in Boston."

I looked at my soon to be ex-wife and asked her a question. "When was the last time we made love?" She was a little shocked at my question, and I repeated it. "When?"

"It was about two weeks ago. You ..."

"Wrong. Try 8 years ago. I said made love, not have sex. The last time we had sex was over 2 months ago. You haven't been invested in that part of our lives for years. The more angry you became, the more distant you became. You walked away emotionally years ago."

I exhaled loudly, "Why?" A quiet bomb went off.

Cathy was shocked into silence. All the color drained from her face. She was hit with the proverbial ton of bricks. I don't think that she ever looked at that, looked at her lack of emotions. 

I continued, "Cathy, you walked away emotionally years ago. Every time I tried to build up our relationship, you found a way to negate what I did. You didn't have my back all these years, you were on my back all these years. That's not a marriage. 

"I listened to you when you came home from work and complained how the world was not going your way. I gave you that freedom to try to grow. I never pushed, not that I'd be successful anyway. But I always had your god-damn back."

I hit home. There was not anger, there was sorrow. I didn't plan on this. I was going to walk away after my youngest went to school. Even today, I was only going to leave, confrontation was going to be a lose-lose. With witnesses, with the support of my children, I was going to be able to leave after her hearing what I felt these years. Cathy sat there in shock. 

Mary, John and Karen stood up and began to leave the table. John was talking about getting boxes from the basement when they heard something out of their mother. No one really paid any attention to her, only me. As I stood up I quietly replied to her, "You're no longer in charge. Good bye." As I pushed the chair back into the table, I stopped cold. 

Sitting there was not an angry woman, a piece of exploding dynamite. There was a woman who had tears in her eyes, unsuccessfully attempting to mouth words that were not escaping.

I've seen this from her before. It was at times she would finally hit the wall. Times when her denials and blustering broke down. She was no longer in-your-face angry. The mask, the defenses were broken, temporarily, but broken apart. These were rare times, but times where her inner soul came out.

I've never been a mean person. I've been on the wrong side of mean more times that I ever care to imagine. I can't do that to another person. This doesn't mean it would change my plans going forward. Rubbing salt into wounds, kicking someone when they're down, pressing for the utmost revenge...not me. Don't get me wrong, I've gotten real enjoyment over planning retribution. But in the end, I knew that I would never carry it out. Planning revenge was an escape valve. But no matter how hard I want the feeling of power and inflicting pain to the level I've lived through. It is not me to do it.

"Everybody, please stop and sit back down." They continued to walk away. I couldn't blame them. They each had seen this once or twice in their lives. It was always with the hope that it was the start of things getting better. Those hopes had been dashed in the past, they had no hope for the future.

"I SAID, EVERYBODY PLEASE SIT BACK DOWN. NOW."

The three of them were shocked. They looked at their mother and then me. I've made few requests of them over the years. I continued softly, "Please return to your seats." They sat back down, very puzzled and slightly defensive. 

Cathy held her face in her hands, sobbing. What she was sobbing for could be anyone's guess. The loss of her marriage, the confrontation of the truth, her being exposed, her being abandoned by her family. Who knows? We waited, we silently waited.

She was not even looking at us when she held up a finger to signal she needed a minute to gather herself. We looked at each other and nodded. With no anger in his voice, in fact, in a calming voice John replied "Take your time. We'll wait." From a woman who spent her entire life being strong and rolling over any opposition, this was difficult. I think that we all knew that this gathering broke something in her. Only that our family was broken too.

Several minutes passed, and this gave us all time to look into ourselves. The die was cast, the glass was broken, and there was no going back. There were only choices in going forward.

She was still going to be their mother. She was still going to be my ex-wife. 

Finally, she pulled her purse out and brought out a piece of paper and put it on the table. Mary picked it up and began to read it to herself.

Cathy began, "You all know my weaknesses, my ..."

Mary broke in, "THIS IS TWO MONTHS OLD. YOUR MAMMOGRAM RESULTS CAME BACK POSITIVE AND YOU'VE DONE NOTHING ABOUT IT?"

Cathy replied in a voice just above a whisper, "I've been frightened. I didn't know what to do. I can't be weak." and her voice dribbled off into inaudible noises, then silence.

My world, no, our world stopped. Cathy was honest with us. We knew she was a normal human person. She could never admit it, never share it, never own it, never live it. All of us hoped to hear these words one day. I'm sure we may have heard them in our dreams along with other fantasies. We would never have actually thought it would happen. We all knew who she was and she finally said it.

This changes everything, and nothing. Months and years of dealing with my own issues with her, and we all find out that she couldn't deal with this? We were shocked into silence. I needed to process this, process this away from everybody.

"John and Karen, could you make something for us to eat. There are some frozen hamburgers in the freezer. If you want to order out, there are takeout menus in the drawer by the light switch." They were nodding so I tossed them my wallet.

John picked up the wallet and handed it right back to me. "We'll handle this." He and Karen went into the kitchen, opening up the freezer.

I looked at Mary then Cathy. "I need to go out for a walk and think things out." Cathy's face became pale. I'm sure she thought I was going to run away.

I passed my keys to Mary. "Hold these till I come back. I won't be needing them for a while." The four of them all relaxed a bit. "I'm going for a long walk. I'll be back in an hour. If I'll be longer, I'll call in 45 minutes to tell you that." 

The suitcases stayed by the front door. I went out the rear door heading to the alley. No one would be able to see which direction I went that way. I needed time away. I also needed time to put my thoughts into words. And I needed a drink, a stiff one. It's two blocks to my friend Mike's house. A quick phone call behind the garage and I was all set. 

He and Carol have been my pressure relief for this marriage for years. That was where I was going to move to till I found a place of my own. With them, no need to have to explain things out. 

I got there and they saw my face. Carol asked "Tell us what happened. Is it finally over? Where are your suitcases?"




Dinner



I looked at them both, "No, it's all changed, it isn't like I thought it would be," I was invited to the kitchen table and three glasses of Jack were poured. "I was on my way out." I took a sip and began the story.

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I called at 45 minutes and told them it would be at least another hour and would call. They should eat without me. I kept talking, I kept answering questions, I keep balancing who I am with my anger and my soul. How small was I, how big could I be? So many questions, so great friends that let me know what they thought. No one told me what to do, but they listened and help me see the entire picture. The internal one in me, the external one of my family and marriage. At the end of 2 hours I made my decision. That's when I called home and told them I'd be back there in 10 minutes.

Walking in, I realized that the four of them had been talking, and crying too. They were all tense, Cathy mostly. My suitcases were still by the door. Cathy was the first to speak to me. Quietly she asked "Dan, have you had anything to eat? I can get you a plate if you haven't eaten." This was the nicest she's been to me in months. I don't know how to answer. It's so unusual, so out of character that I'm shocked. Live your life with defenses and see how it warps you. 

The best I can do now is to mumble something about a sandwich. Sitting at the dining room table, I wolfed it down. With the tension as thick as anything, I said "Everybody please come to the dining room table."

When we were all seated, I looked at Cathy. "First off, I'm moving to the back bedroom. I'll stay there until I decide to leave the house," Cathy gasped, "or we repair our marriage enough to return to our bedroom." The look of fear left her face and a mixed look of concern and possible hope replaced it.

"Second, you will start seeing a therapist and if they suggest it, group therapy sessions. You stop, I leave. Clear?" Cathy nodded yes. "When they suggest couples counseling, then we will go together. Agreed?" Cathy nodded yes. If at any time you stop trying, I leave. I don't expect things to turn around immediately, but I expect consistent honest trying." She nodded yes again.

At this point I looked at our three children. "When the suggestion comes for family sessions. All of you will be there too, depending on your school schedules. School comes first. Agreed?" I saw three more nods.

Looking back at Cathy, "Third, we both will be going together to all your medical appointments. And this will include the actual examinations. No longer will you even think that I am not part of what you are fighting." 

I paused, then continued. "WE POSSIBLY HAVE CANCER. It's just not you." Cathy started to mouth a protest when I continued "If the doctor doesn't like it, we'll find a new doctor." There was a look of wonderment on her face. I guess after putting up a front, making yourself hard and being independent, she never expected this. Good.

"Fourth, you are not in charge anymore. We both make choices together or at least consult with one another. No fiats, no commands, no orders. You have to get my buy-in, I have to get yours too. This is going to be the hardest thing for you to change. Just about every god damn decision needs input from both of us. EVERY SINGLE STINKING DECISION." Cathy broke in, "I'm going to fail, I know that I'm going to fail."

"I know." Then I looked at our children, "We all know that you are going to fail. And you will be failing time and time again. Work it out with your therapist on things that you can do, things and techniques that will help." I paused. "This is about the long haul." 

At this point, I had a very long exhale. I exhaled a ton of frustration, frustration now and frustration for the future. "And I will also work on ways to deal with it. I'll continue seeing my own counselor too. This will be more than anyone alone can handle. We have years to undo."

After a bit of silence, they all stood up, but they didn't know what to do. I did. 

"Let's talk about where we are going for dinner later tonight. Then I think that a little quiet time will help us all. After that, we can start on the other things this family needs to address." We all sat down, sat down as a family in crisis, a family starting down the road to pull together. 

It was going to be Italian, a Southern Italian restaurant, and Southern Italian in many different ways.