My kids said go on that trip to Italy that you wanted to go on. Its on your bucket list. They said, take a tour, there are other people, older people, like you. You might meet someone. My wife died and I am a lot of problem for them, so they sent me on a trip I didn't feel like going on.

The tour was mostly women, widows, divorced, old in their sixties, seventies and eighties. No one I wanted to hook up with. They were nice ladies, but over the hill nice, not nice like you want to get with someone nice.

The bus took us all over the place, the tour company had two guides, both women in their late thirties. To me they appeared to be together, they shared a room every night and they ate all their meals together. They were good tour guides, but kept to themselves when not on duty.

We were in Florence, and my feet hurt so I sat down at this small table and ordered a glass of water and a coffee. The other tour members were still walking around. The younger of the two guides came over and asked me if I was OK. We chatted, my first time chatting to her. We were alone so she sat down with me and we talked. She was a professional tour guide, she had been married, but wasn't at that time. She didn't have any kids. Her best friend was the other tour guide. They had worked together for several years.

After dinner, I went out onto the street to get some fresh air and she showed up again. This time she was friendly and she let me hit her shoulder. I told her she was really nice looking and one day she would find a man. She smiled and she said she had her friend, that's why she got divorced. I looked at her and said what a waste of female flesh. She questioned that, to explain myself. I was frank and told her that if I was younger and half the chance I would pursue her into the ground, no way was I going to let something like her get away. she said thank you. She hit me on the shoulder as she went back into the hotel.

Around midnight she knocked on my door, she had a request, she couldn't get her laptop to work, if I could come and see what the problem was. I followed her, when your old your slow. In the room she showed me the laptop. She offered me a glass of wine, her roommate the other guide was in her pajamas, no bra, and her nipples were pointing through. She came over and asked me to sit on the bed, it was more comfortable. She asked me some questions, asked me if I liked Italian women. She told me that Italian women were sensual, they were cats that needed to be petted, that Italian women liked to be held and petted and purr.

I looked up and the younger one was topless, she had a long body and full breasts, her nipples were large and brown, she came over to the bed and put her arms around my neck and laid back on the bed. The other girl took off her top. She sat on my lap and put her breast in my mouth. She pushed back and I fell backwards on the bed. She stayed straddled over my chest and leaned over so that I would suck her breast. Her friend, undid my pants and started to suck on my dick. The first girl got off of me and helped her roommate out of her panties and then she took off hers. She got across my chest again and put her pussy over my mouth. She rode my face, she turned around so she was facing towards my feet, sat on my face again and she started to kiss her friend. Her friend had me hard and used her hand to keep me hard and got across my hips and lowered herself on my dick. She rode my dick while her friend rode my face and I realized they were taking my clothes off.

They helped me have sex until I couldn't hold out any longer and after making sure I was resting OK, they gave themselves to each other.

The bed was small, not a king, maybe a double, and they slept tight together and I slept on my side with my arm around them. All during the next seven days of the trip they took care of me, extra glass of wine, best place to take a picture, they took lots of pictures of me, and several that they posed with me. They called me nonno which I learned meant grandfather. When we parted they gave me a big hug, and they graciously accepted a nice gift from me. Of course I added to the tip that was paid to them by the whole tour.