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 w...nt back to Italy again, until Mary and I honeymooned in Venice. —– ‘Of course I remember Lia.’ I replied to the young woman. ‘But how…?’ ‘Mother saw you on the waterbus yesterday, and told my daughters that you reminded her of… Well, of you actually. Mother still has photographs of you two together in her album, when you weren’t much older than my. I put my life back together after she left and I moved on as well, at least I thought I did. Then one of those moments comes along and every minute I spent with her comes back and my heart fills with a burning cold, God, how I miss her! I can hear her laughter everywhere. The way she would say ‘Oh Yeah!’ when she would have the winning hand at a card game, the way she would close her eyes and roll her head back when listening to her music, the way her eyes would shine when she looked at me and. I gasped as I feel Amy’s hands on my sides, kneading them. She must of undid the towel, and pushed it off me, without me noticing. My whole body is shacking above Amy, I’m barley able to hold myself up, but I do anyways. My hands slid from her shoulders to her breasts, soft, and large, her nipples a dusky pink color, and her skin a carmel tint. I pull my lips slightly away from hers, taking in deep breaths, my fingers wrapping themselves around her nipples, tugging on them gently, she gasps,. My head followed her instinctively, and her hand flew up and struck my other cheek. "Face forward!" she snapped. Once she had made a complete circle of me, she told me to sit on a chair that was stood in front of the balcony doors. It had been a hot day and the cool breeze was refreshing. The pool outside was deserted at that time of night, but anyone looking from the right balcony opposite would have got a good show. I sat down as directed. "Good. Now place your arms behind your back." I did.