He Gets More Intense When She Whispers In Italian

“Look, I haven’t had a man for nineteen years straight,” Miss Faulken insisted, “Don’t want one don’t need one, so you understand?”
“Sure do Miss Faulken,” I said, “I’m sorry, I guess it sounds disrespectful to want to fuck Ellie -May when you ain’t getting none, but hell, you.” I struggled to find the words, “Ain’t no spring chicken, the years really ain’t been kind to your face.”
“I’m warning you!” she snapped and she raised the rifle. “Packard Bell computer and a new TV?” Miss Faulken said and she looked me square in the eyes. Porn “Momma!” Lisa said. “Horse?” she said, “Why in the hell should I call you Horse?”
“Its my name, H-O-R-A-C-E, Hoarse,” I explained. “No way!” she replied. I asked. I stood up and dropped my pants, “No, I got the horn all right, you want to fuck?” I said as my shaft sprang up all solid and pink.