My throat grew dry. I cautiously opened my eyes. I was not in Italy. I could see the rattling overhead fan, whip-whip-whipping away, doing its best to cool us in our stuffy hotel room. The blue light of the TV continued flickering, casting strange shadows above the bed. I lay on my back with a sweet, sexy woman curled up on top of me, my manhood thrust up her sweet pussy, the smell of sex lingering in the air. .....