She held tight as I slowly began to pump. All the way out and all the way in. I didn’t get more than a few strokes before I had to stop. She tried t... back in to me on each thrust. Gripping tightly and moaning obscenities and sounds of total lust. My mind was streaming with pleasure. Thoughts of what the future may bring. Rhoda was squeezing my cock as I stood buried motionless behind her. This was her Saturday for sure. Once again I had to stop for a few seconds to try and gain some composure. The answer was so beyond obvious but she looked into my eyes like I could and was about to say anything in the world besides that one single word.“You.”Ashley’s face melted from her stern, strong look into a puddle of loss.“But you moved into this house because Amy found you, chose you. You came here for Amy.”“I came because I was selfish and wanted to just be closer to you.”“But Amy…”“Um, Amy has been egging me on lately about something. Something that deals with you, and me of. .. and I do lust.Now that we're passably wealthy ... not rich, mind you ... but comfortable. I decided to study up on the latest innovations in hardware and systems. I liked being the IT go to guy.The weirdness started soon after we removed from Pentwater and settled in back in Lansing. I had just settled into computer classes at LCC (Lansing Community College) when Wendy decided we needed to move back to Saint Johns. She didn't have any friends in Lansing.The friends she did have were all 14. Hey, there were no computers kicking around back then, that you could type your letter into in English and then have a free internet program translate into Italian for you. And I somehow don't think either of us had the money, or the nerve, to have any mutual correspondence translated by anyone else.Anyway, eventually one summer when the family and I arrived in Rimini, we discovered that Lia's family were no longer running the pension. I never went back to Italy again, until Mary and I.