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have to leave."

He laughed, "you're going to look beautiful, but embarrassed when we go down for dinner."

"You know the only thing I want in my mouth. Fillipo, if you don't get undressed, I'm going to rip those clothes off."

As he started to undress, Bettina got on her knees. "It's not fair that you make me beg for it," she said as she unzipped his pants.

He laughed, "I like that you beg for my cock. Bettina do you want me to beg to eat your luscious pussy?"

She got on the bed, and spread her legs. "Fillipo, you never have to beg for this, it's all yours, Come up here, and show me how much you love my, what did you call it? Luscious pussy."

Fillipo didn't hesitate. "Hmmmmm, Bettina, you're more delicious than I remember," he mumbled.

"Your tongue is so good to me. Tell me more, Fillipo, tell me more."

He could only mumble with his tongue playing with her clitoris.

Except for meals, they rarely got out of bed. Bettina found that she could ride his cock and move in such a way to make herself cum. Filippo liked it when she rode him; he could enjoy her magnificent tits.

There was no rushing here; 69 became a favorite. Bettina liked it when they 69'd and Fillipo was on top fucking her mouth and his tongue fucking her pussy.

There was lots of fucking; Bettina loved blowing him while kneeling on the floor with Fillipo sitting in a chair.

All too soon, separately they were on trains back to Genoa and Arenzano, and their normal lives, but with promises to see each other soon.

Except it wasn't normal. Bettina's dear friend, Paolo Amoruso figured it out. "The smile on your face Bettina, tells me that you had a great time in Pisa and I know your husband is in Berlin. Who is he?"

"No one. You don't know what you're talking about."

"I think I know, and if I'm right, I know why you're smiling. Remember Father Gianelli said he was going to a seminar in Pisa?"

Although Bettina tried to deny it; the expression on her face and the fact that she was blushing; her face redder than red, told Paola all she needed to know.

"My sister, Azzurra told me that Fillipo was the best lover she ever had or expected to have. She was distraught when he went in the seminary. Azzurra claims she's never married because no man can give her what Fillipo gave her. She was positive they'd get married. So, Bettina, Azzurra told me that Don Filippo is hung like a horse; is that true?"

"This isn't a conversation I have any interest in." Bettina walked away.

You might think that would be the end of it. It wasn't.

Paola Amoruso was a gossip, but is it gossip if it's true?

Within a few weeks a small group of women in Arenzano knew that Father Gianelli had a girlfriend. Who, was speculation. They also knew that the priest was horse-like. The thought brought a smile to their faces.

It was no coincidence that an inordinate number of women, some married, some not, made it a point to have him hear their confession, although there were other priests hearing confessions. They confessed to adultery or pre-marital sex. True or not. They were saying, without saying, they were available to Father Gianelli.

It was inevitable that Bettina would hear the rumors. In Italy divorce was almost impossible. Within her family she'd be shunned, ostracized. Where would she go? How would she live? Her relationship with Father Gianelli could not become public.

She loved her husband, Matteo. He had many good attributes. His one flaw was that he was a lousy lover. Something Father Fillipo definitely was not. It never crossed her mind that he would leave the priesthood to marry her.

Bettina told Fillipo that it was over. She went home and cried; cried for three days. Did not see or talk to anyone. When Matteo asked what was wrong, she just shook her head, ‘nothing.' But for the longest time would not allow him to touch her.

TO BE CONTINUED

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