Italian Women's Erotic Sins, Volume I. Giovanna Esse

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      Problems and solutions: mum's friend. (Reality)

      â€œAnd this is Nicòle! See? I told you she is no longer a child. Time goes by fast, damn!” the girl's mother smiled at her old friend Flora. “Come on, Nicòle, shake Flora's hand and introduce yourself properly. Come on!” Her mother cared of making a good impression, of flaunting the daughter like a trophy to highlight how smart and lucky she had been. Nicòle puffed saucily and mimed a theatrical bow, sharpening the whole formal scene with a smile:

      â€œNice to meet you!” she said quickly “Sorry but my mother would make me parade like at the circus, if she could.”

      â€œOf course!” said the mother, making full of her. “Because only in the circus you find parading monkeys like you!”.

      Flora laughed entertained:

      â€œThere is only to say” she began “that you couldn't be more "diversely" similar.” She shook the small hand of the girl, looking at her from head to toe, “Your mum is right, you are truly beautiful… to be a little monkey, I mean!”. They all cackled.

      Nicòle and her mother followed Flora inside the small mansion, which although being suburbian was very well connected to the city centre.

      â€œI'll make you a good cup of tea, would you like that? Or hot chocolate, don’t be shy!”

      The kitchen was part of a large hall out of a big flat which hosted a series of sofas and a big dining table. In the back of the room, in front of a wide window, a long wooden walnut bench served as divide with the cooking zone, covered in ceramic tiles in an infinite sequence of warm shades that spread between yellow and brown. Floras's house was welcoming and clean!

      They hadn't met in years and Nicòle’s mother enjoyed those moments of thoughtfulness. “If a fortune teller had predicted this to me, I swear I wouldn't have believed it... so far from home and finding ourselves here! I am so happy!”

      While Franca was lively, at times almost fierce, Flora was had a joyful character, but spoke little. She was one of those people who inspire security: a quiet smile accompanied each movement. Watching her make tea was relaxing, just like the whole environment that she had created around her.

      Nicòle immediately liked the figure of the mature and prosperous woman, with generous breasts that squeezed under the thin shirt that she wore at home.

      â€œNicòle, do you prefer hot chocolate?” asked Flora with her stroking voice which the girl couldn't resist.

      â€œOh, yes, please! Thank you, Mrs. Flora” she answered, as she looked around inspecting the house.

      â€œNo need for formalities, Nicòle: I ain't no married old lady like your mother!” she laughed, showing her small white teeth that looked like little pearls. Franca protested, but kindly.

      "Come Nicòle, I may have something for you. You should enjoy it more that our chit-chat". Flora made the way to the living area, where a large TV towered on a coffee table, full of DVD movies.

      "Here you should find something suitable to you; the daughter of my brother leaves around a lot of these disks, she is more or less your age. "

      "Wow!" She exclaimed ecstatic, leafing between the clamshells "but this is the last concert of my favorite singer. Please, please ...!" She preced in attempting the best doe-eyed interpretation ever carried out "Can I watch it?” Flora had to make an effort not to stand still and enjoy watching those beautiful languid eyes. Briskly, Flora replied:

      "Ah, my dear, as far as I am concerned you can even marry it, I never watch such modern stuff."

      "Nicòle! Be aware that we will go home shortly!" Screamed Franca in the direction of the living room, where her daughter had already taken possession of the remote control. With the typical craftsmanship of the young, she had already performed all maneuvers to start the movie on the big flat screen.

      "We have to return home soon." Franca told Flora, "You know dear, I couldn’t wait to see you, but we just got here ... Picture that at home I still have the workers assembling the furniture, and Monday we have to already uptake service." Meanwhile Flora, heedless of the tornado that as usual unleashed Franca, methodically continued her operation of serving a good tea for two on the kitchen table. She then brought Nicòle a cup of steaming hot chocolate and a plate of homemade cookies, which disappeared soon from the tray.

      In the meantime Franca had spang on her feet: "Come on, I'm curious to see your home!" She said, simultaneously secretly using her chin to point at her unaware daughter, who had already been kidnapped by images. Flora understood so, cup in her hands, she made way to her friend towards the staircase leading to the upper floor. There were two very comfortable and spacious rooms and a bathroom.

      "It's so cute, beautiful! And these tiles: delightful. Mind if I take advantage? "

      "Are you kidding? Be my guest" The host replied watching her friend quickly lowering her pants and tights to urinate. "They come from Italy," continued Flora, pointing at the tiles. "Vietri sul Mare, to be precise; the planks are decorated by hand, one by one. I also really like them. They have those strong colors born in places where the sun shines strong". While Franca reassembled giving herself a check in front of the large ground mirror encased in plaster and surrounded by a ceramic frame, she took more confidential tones, and quickly told her latest adventures.

      They were at a moment of total confusion. Her companion, Nicòle's father, had been transferred quickly from their city. She had fortunately found work, with the help of a colleague, as a cashier. She would often have to cover the evening shift, but she did not complain. After all, the important thing was that she already had a job. Franca was very fond of appearances and with little money she wouldn’t bare it... he had two other children, the fruit of the first marriage, who were grown up. The young adults had moved with them out of necessity, but they were soon arranging to go and live in Paris to attend university.

      Flora tried to follow her hurried description as she quietly sipped her tea. The friend had mentioned something about some "help" on which she was counting. She listened carefully and curious to see where the monologue would land. Franca’s problem was not just practical: the whole family was going through a time of confusion and she tried to do her best. The eldest children, irritated by the forced move, had become impossible to deal with.

      The coexistence threatened to crumble because of her husband's affair with a colleague. finally, Franca was depressed, and was searching, for her part, for something different... Old unsolved problems had crept into the family and now were undermining the relationship.

      "The little one is agitated and nervous," Franca continued "and our family is so messed up... We are uncertain about the choices to be make."

      Franca stared at her, "Behold, I would СКАЧАТЬ