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As we trot up the steps together toward the sundeck, hugging and kissing, I think I know why he was ready to move. I whisper, “You were about to come, weren’t you?”

He strokes my pussy, just as a hand that I recognize as Alessios slips over my tits and starts to tug savagely on my nipples. Alessio’s other hand slaps my ass in a slow, insistent rhythm.

Carlo is in front of me, his huge cock ready, and my lips are twitching for him. Alessio murmurs in my ear. “How about his cock in your lovely pussy? I can fill your mouth, or get up your ass. Which would please you most?”

“Yes.”

Carlo’s mouth takes mine as his crown probes my dripping wet entrance, swollen and eagerly waiting for him.

I ask Alessio, “Do you want to watch as he fucks me?”

“I do,” he rasps, “if you have my cock between your tits. Or in your throat. Or up your ass.”

I know Alessio. I know that he’s getting me ready to get his huge monster snake driving deep into my ass. He’ll slap his pelvis into my ass cheeks and hold my thighs apart, while Carlo plunders my pussy with his fat cock.

First, though, we do what I think of as the super-double. Alessio slides in my pussy from behind, while Carlo squeezes and jams in front. the two of them, any two of them, in my pussy at the same time, is the most explosively heavenly way to very nearly die.

In the perfect secluded bay, we entwine and collide and I come, over and over. All three men’s faces and hips are drenched, dripping with my juices. My ass is red, and my knees, too. My jaw aches and all three men finish, one after the other in my throat. I love that so much.

As we entangle, lazily together, wrapping and stroking and snuggling, Alessio asks me, “Why are you so especially angry with me?”

Barely awake, i drawl, “It’s uncommonly sensitive of you to notice, Alessio. I’m touched.” and I kiss him. He kisses me back. Warm, wet and loving. then I tell him, “But it’s because all that shopping we did, you were preparing me for a life without you.”

“Short term survival,” he protests. “I would have come and found you…”

“But you didn’ttellme,” I punch his arm. “You should havetoldme. Don’t keep things from me. Don’t lock me out.”

“I love you,” he pulls me close.

Bruno holds me like I’m the last unicorn. “I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you,” Carlo climbs in and kisses me and our tongues make a lascivious dance.

“I love you,” I kiss Carlo back.

“I love you,” I share a slippery kiss with Bruno.

“I love you,” I kiss Alessio, long and deep.

We’re almost completely dozed off when Carlo murmurs, “You know if there’s only one of us, it’s got to be me. If it came to it, I’d kill the other two just so I had you.”

I tell him, “So would Alessio.”

Carlo snorts. “He’d try.”

Alessio elbows him.

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

Mikey is making a fast and full recovery. Sister Tharpe won’t admit that having Diabolo with him made the change, but that’s okay. She arranges transport for him, and brings him to join us on theLady Giusi.

He’s transported in a wheelchair, but he gets himself out of it to step aboard. I run to hug him and by the time I let him go, the shoulders of his shirt seem to be quite wet.

When Sister Tharpe insists that he needs the chair and orders that it comes on board, Mikey hefts it over the side. So that seems to be settled.

As soon as ward Sister Tharpe let slip that she was due some leave, I hired her to come and nurse Mikey for the next couple of week of his recovery. She walks with him and Diabolo in woods and on beaches. They walk the jetties and around the marinas where we moor, and they seem to be getting known in all the local communities.

They both share a passion for working with orphans and underprivileged children.

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