I
love Italian boys! Their eyes, their thick silky hair, their passion (for everything!). I'd like to have a whole collection of Italian boys.
I can't believe I'm about to post this...
This was more years ago than I care to mention (but will say I was 22), but it was during a farewell banquet on a family/business trip to Rome (with side trips to Pompeii, Tivoli, all the touristy things). The banquet room was set up like an ancient Roman market...some crazed little guy dashing about with a jug of wine...he'd leap up behind you and start pouring, so it was drink or drown...the hotel waitstaff that I'd been eying for a week-and-a-half were dressed as gladiators/soldiers/merchants...
But my dumbass brother stayed in our room pouting because he had to leave his slutty girlfriend-at-that-time...
I
could have had these two
Yes, that cutie on the left has his hand on my ass and handsome on the right has his hand up my tunic!
I've never forgiven my brother.