A virile, young Italian gentleman was relaxing at his favorite bar in Rome, when he managed to attract a spectacular young blonde. Things progressed to the point where he invited her back to his apartment, and after some small talk, they retired to his bedroom and made love.
After a pleasant interlude, he asked with a smile, "So...you finish?"

She paused for a second, frowned, and replied, "No."
Surprised, the young man reached for her and the lovemaking resumed. This time she thrashes about wildly and there are screams of passion. The love making ends, and again, the young man smiles, and again he asks, "You finish?"

And again, after a short pause, she returns his smile, cuddles closer to him, and softly says, "No." Stunned, but damned if this woman is going to outlast him, the young man reaches for the woman yet again. Using the last of his strength, he barely manages it, but they climax simultaneously, screaming, bucking, clawing and ripping the bed sheets.

The exhausted man falls onto his back, gasping. Barely able to turn his head, he looks into her eyes, smiles proudly,
and asks again, "You finish?" Barely able to speak, she whispers in his ear...... "No, I Norwegian.

Good one.

Johan

Swamp Fox:

Stop spreading lying propaganda about why women should go to Italy! It's bad enough to have to listen to the paisanos as to why they are so good without you helping them out!

My personal motto has always been: "what I lack in bore and stroke I make up for in RPM's"

M1Tanker:

That's why, if we're lucky she is the governor and sets the speed!

In response to the "An Aggie in Paris, France" this one needs to be resurrected.

BTT