"Where are we going?" Angelina asked with a curious tone as he took her hand and escorted her down towards the last train car where they could be alone together.

“We’re going somewhere that will give us the privacy we need to REALLY express our feelings for each other” he said, pulling her along as they passed through seemingly endless throngs of passengers in railway car after railway car….

Giovanni knew this train well. He knew that it was an extremely long train, with hundreds of riders. But he also knew that the very last car never pulled up at any of the station platforms, so hardly anyone ever went back there, even when the train was filled as it was now..

Hence, it was the perfect place for a couple, to do just about anything they pleased.

In 1998 smoking was still permitted aboard public transit systems in Italy, so the old man and his young friend had to pass through two cars filled with clouds of smoke, reeking of the stench of burning tobacco. But, Giovanni knew that this too acted as a barrier between themselves and the rest of the train. 

Finally reaching the last car, this  extreme  May--December ( or perhaps January-December) couple noted that as many as ten vacant seats separated them from the nearest other passengers as Giovanni and Angelina settled into an isolated, out of the way- and out of sight seat at the furthest reaches of this large rail way car..

After placing Angelina near the window, Giovanni resumed his posture with the young girl, placing his coat once again over their laps while turning towards her front as she nestled back into the seat. Again, he assumed the new role of her grandfather, whispering the familiar words of grandfatherly love and adoration while slipping his hand under her skirt.

Angelina immediately assumed her role as the loving granddaughter, knowing of course, that this was exactly what she use to do with her real grand father, and what her body had been secretly hungering for.

Spreading her legs to give Giovanni better access to her virgin pussy Angelina couldn’t get over the fact that she was reliving the sexual experiences she’d so enjoyed with her beloved, dead grandfather.                                         

But, now with another man who looked just like him!

Getting comfy together Giovanni   cupped the young girl’s face with his free hand   and kissed her passionately while continuing to stroke  the cleft of  her vulva through the thin material of her panties  with the nimble fingers of  his other hand.

 Angelina’s breathing grew heavy, as she reached out for Giovanni’s full head of unruly snow white hair.  That first kiss lasted an entire minute, and by the time they broke it they were sharing another long, passionate kiss, with their tongues intertwining, and their hands exploring each other's bodies.

Then reaching lower, he cupped first one and then the other fleshy globe of tit flesh in his hands.

As Giovanni continued   to rub  the girl’s pussy at the crotch of her underwear  Angelina sighed, smiled and closed her eyes as he continued to caress & massage her little boobs with his other hand.

     "Mmm Hmm."

 The child-woman started rubbing and massaging the old man’s neck and shoulders as he stopped caressing  her, between her legs  and used both hands to reach out for her small but enticing breasts.

Giovanni   fumbled with the buttons of her black silk blouse undoing them as fast as he could and quickly   attached his love   hungry mouth to her titties, his tongue lapping at each nipple before his lips encircled them.

He sucked them and teased them and gently bit them.

Then  he  ran  his tongue  up , her neck  to her  ear  where he lightly sucked at the lobe ,stuck his tongue into her ear cannel and then whispered: “I’m going to love like you’ve never been loved before”.

As the old man turned to the young girl’s mouth, she moaned slightly, parted her lips and started pushing her tongue into HIS mouth.

 Needless to say, Giovanni was ecstatic at this response and started kneading her now exposed   breasts   in earnest, feeling the nipples grow hard beneath his palms.     

  After exploring the smooth curves of the child woman’s little naked tities, Giovanni turned his attention back to the tender skin of her inner thighs.

     "Spread your legs” he said softly and Angelina obeyed him.

Her pussy quivered with anticipation as Giovanni edged a fingertip closer to her sex.

Angelina wanted him to touch her there again.

She wanted him to masturbate her….to finger fuck her….to make her cum and cum and cum!

 "YES! OH YES!" she mumbled under her breath when she felt the heat from his hand cup her young pubic mound. Causing her to squirm on the seat. 

She felt his large hand reach in and slip down the front of her panties and then a thick finger pushed deep into her wet vagina, pressing into her tiny hole and withdrawing again and again just like her grandpa used to do for her since she was a toddler.  

Taking advantage of their isolation at the back of this nearly empty train car, Giovanni positioned Angelina crosswise on the seat, with the back of her head resting nicely against the train car’s window, her legs over his lap and her feet facing outwards, towards the isle of the railway car.

In this position, (with her legs lying across his lap) he slowly and with deliberation, lifted her skirt above her waist; exposing the most magnificent sight he had ever had the pleasure to see.

A white panty clad twelve year old pussy.

 

Giovanni’s mouth drooled at the inviting smooth, fine skin of the preteen child woman’s nearly nude delights, which were finally revealed for the first time under her little black mini-skirt.

 

Her delicious looking thighs seemed like something tasty and tantalizing to kiss & lick. Her panties seemed to glow with the promise of revelation…The revelation of seeing this little girl’s naked pussy.

 

Hiding out of sight under the thin material of her underwear, the faint outline of Angelina's preadolescent slit seemed to advertise its location, teasing Giovanni to take a peek if he dared.

 

With a shaky hand, the old man gently parted her slim legs still further.

 

 His face reflected his delight as his eyes glued to the magical "V" between her thighs, covered only by a thin strip of material.

 

 Sounds of sexual expectations uttered from his mouth while his fingertips smoothed over her fine, delicate skin and drew an imaginary line along her sexy, appetizing inner thigh.

 

Ever vigilant for nosy stares by other passengers, Giovanni’s eyes darted over the seats while he massaged and fondled the young girl's sex until finally pulling her panties down to mid thigh.

 

With his little nymph in the perfect position on his lap, the sensation of seeing & touching his first ever preteen girl’s hairless pussy was satisfying and fulfilling.

 

 Angelina surrendered her young sex to his whims, opening her thighs as wide as she possibly could  to accommodate his large hand and thick  fingers while she pretended that her REAL grandfather was doing these nice things to her young body as he  actually use to do.

 

"OH! MY! OMIGOD!' “YES! YES!”  Angelina moaned out loud until she realized that her moans and groans might get them noticed.

Nothing else in Giovanni’s long life felt as powerfully addictive as finger fucking Angelina's tight, little girl vagina.

Never, ever in his enormous life did he get a chance like this, to pleasure a pre-teen’s pussy.

It was the absolute happiest moment of his existence.

 The smile of pure contentment on his face said it all!

Three fingers were now immersed in her immature, sexual secretions.

The snug lining of her sex felt warm and sensuous as he continued to finger fuck this  hot horny little child woman into erotic nirvana.

He reamed her cunt out so fast and furiously that she nearly ached for some relief from his fingers.

But Angelina wasn’t about to stop him. It felt too god damned fucking good!!!

Without protest, Angelina lifted her bottom while Giovanni removed her panties completely, gradually sliding them down her slim legs in a ceremonious style until the glow of her smooth, hairless slit made his mouth water for a taste of her sex.

 Her underwear now lay in a pile on the floor, just underneath the railway seat, while Angelina was repositioned with her legs spread wide beside him.

Quickly Giovanni got down on his knees and put his nose in that little girl’s pussy.

He inhaled deeply of the same scent he did when he’d sniffed at his cunt juice scented fingers earlier, but now; of course, the heavenly smell was much, much stronger.

Angelina   felt his hot breath fanning her pussy. She gave an eager squeal as he found the throbbing button of her clit and began to lash it hard and fast with his big wet tongue.

With her hand clasped tightly over her mouth she let out a muffled shriek of delight and fed him a huge burst of tangy, if immature cunt cream.

"OOOOOH, grandpa, it's so good," she moaned softly into her hand covering her mouth.

Angelina closed her eyes tight, blotting out everything else but the hot blasts of pleasure that radiated from her joy button as Giovanni tongued it expertly.

The sensations were heavenly, and she wished they never had to end.

But she was very horny after all the stimulation she’d had today, so it wasn't long before she was hovering on the verge of another body-rocking climax.

"Unnnhhhh, shit, unnnhhhh, I'm gonna cum!” she moaned with her fist in her mouth, quieting her sounds of pure animal delight.

That was just what Giovanni was hoping for, a quick climax so he could then take the time to REALLY savor eating her out. And he knew how to speed      things along too.

He jammed his lips onto her violently throbbing clit and began to suck her off like nothing she’d ever experienced before in her life.

Angelina almost flew off the seat; the pleasure was so incredibly intense!

 It built and built in her pussy till she just couldn't hold it all in anymore.

Then, there was a huge explosion in her clit that flamed out to engulf all of her being!

 "Ahhhh, yeah, I'm cumming again!  whaaahhh!" she wailed, still trying to suppress the noise.

“Dearest God in heaven, grandpa, I’ve been getting   licked and sucked down there since I was a little girl, but I’ve  NEVER, EVER, EVER, felt anything like THAT before!”  Angelina whispered breathlessly.

“OH! That’s nothing.”  Giovanni replied looking up from between her spread  legs.

“You’re my little love Goddess, and I’m going to worship you with my mouth forever!”

With that, Giovanni buried his face once more in between her legs and again started to lick and suck in her wonderful juices.

Angelina’s preteen pussy was so tasty, pungent and overflowing the old man couldn’t get enough of it.

He wanted to take it slow this time, and really savor the experience of eating her prepubescent pussy out for all  he was worth.

Slowly, he took the very tip of his tongue and gently, flicked and fluttered it, directly on top of her clit, and then he licked her slit up and down, all around and over every part of her pussy.

Giovanni bathed her with his saliva, lavishing her sweet young cunt with licks and sucks everywhere from the tip of her clit, to the deepest recesses of her budding womanhood.

Up and down, up and down, up and underneath her pussy to lap at her tiny asshole, his tongue explored every hidden pleasure point in her body.

As Giovanni continued to feast on the young girl’s sex he reached underneath her and cupped Angelina’s ass cheeks in his hands as his fingers worked their way into her butt crack and gently toyed with her tight little asshole.

  Then, slipping a finger all the way up her ass, he made the young girl cry out with passion. After that, Giovanni pulled Angelina’s butt to one side, so that she was sitting on her hip with her ass exposed.

 In this position he covered her tight small ass cheeks with kisses before spreading those cheeks apart and licking and sucking her asshole. Making her moan with incredible sensations she’d never felt before.      

Then the old man turned his attentions back  to the young girl’s  pussy , allowing her to sit back and spread her legs once more as he  put his fingers deep  inside of her  vagina, all the way, searching for her G spot..

His tongue was now concentrating solely on your clit…providing direct stimulation…licking and sucking, licking and sucking.

 As his fingers   pushed and pulled harder and harder in the deepest recesses of her tiny cunt, he opened the young girl up as never before, while sealing his lips over her clit, sucking and teasing it with his tongue.

The sensation of being eaten and finger fucked at the same time was simply out of this world for Angelina.

 “OH GRANDPA, IT FEELS SO, SOOOO GOOD!!!!

Giovanni’s little Angel came and came and came until she couldn’t cum anymore, with her juices flowing like water , her  body gave one final convulsive shutter and she fell limp, unable to move.

As she lay there, coming down from her oral sex high, her cute face was a beacon of love, radiating a glow of absolute contentment as she smiled looking down between her legs at Giovanni as he knelt before her in devoted reverence.

A curious look soon crept over the child woman’s face as she smiled at him.

“Grand pa, what about you?  Don’t you want me to return the wonderful favor you’ve just done for me?”

“No darling, I’m ….I’m…imp….I’m….imp…Giovanni stammered, unable to even say the word.

“I’m impotent” he finally spat out the word, feeling terribly ashamed….

“OH!  Don’t let that bother you, Angelina said, my REAL grandpa had the same problem and that never stopped me from kissing him where I knew it would please him the most!”

Standing up and taking note that they were now completely alone in the last railway car, Angelina jumped out of her seat, smoothed her mini-skirt down over her now naked ass and proceeded to reach up to the over head compartment to forage something out of her bag.

Looking sprightly, Angelina pulled a medium sized  white squeezable skin lotion bottle from her bag and showed it to Giovanni.

“What’s that?”   The old man asked.

“It’s what I always use to use on my REAL grandpa to make him feel extra, special good!” The young girl replied with an impish grin.

“But what it’s in it?” Giovanni demanded to know.

“It’s peppermint massage oil” Angelina said….flipping open the top of the bottle.

Suddenly the entire railway car seemed filled with the sweet aromatic scent of a candy store.

“Mmmmmm, that smells good!” The old man said.

Oh! And it feels and tastes even better!” Angelina proclaimed gleefully!

“Now as you can clearly see, grandpa, there’s no one in this railway car but us, and SHOULD someone come in, we’re so far back in this car that you’ll have plenty of time to cover up. So, why don’t you pull down your pants and let me make take care of your little….ah…..problem for you.”

Call it strange, but the old man liked being told what to do by this rather precocious twelve year old.

Clearly, she was more of a woman than he’d ever imagined.

So….with nothing to lose but his dignity (which he thought he’d lost long ago anyway)Giovanni unzipped his fly and pulled out what had made him ashamed to be with a woman for low these many, many years..

Then he stood up, unbuckled his belt  and pulled his pants down , completely exposing  his shriveled little penis, withered  ball sack and wrinkled old ass. 

Naked now from the waist down, he  sat back again  in his seat with his pants and underwear  around his ankles, while little Angelina knelt  between his veiny gray haired legs.

First he heard the squeezing of the bottle, followed by plopping sounds as cool gobs and gobs of refreshing, invigorating gel covered his naked private parts.

With his soft drooping pecker and his cute if old and wrinkled balls thoroughly covered with peppermint  massage oil now Angelina began licking and sucking at his dysfunctional tool.

Swirling her tongue against the hot spongy ridges of his smoldering little prick head,as she tasted the sweet candy store flavor of the peppermint oil mixed with the musky taste and aroma of the old man’s withered sex.

With her thumb and fore finger she eased back the protective covering of the fore skin on his flaccid penis, sucking the little rosebud of a prick head into her mouth.

"OOOOHHH, SHIT!”  Giovanni moaned in ecstasy as the young girls lips closed around his tingling little joy-button.

The intense pleasure he was feeling was almost driving   him out of his mind as   Angelina’s fluttery wet tongue flicked and circled deliciously around the tip of his sensitively swollen prick head.

Giovanni felt his entire groin area melting with heat and moisture. He wasn't even aware of the moans of joy that were coming from his lips.

 This glorious ecstasy mounted and mounted as the young girl continued delicately mouthing his sagging, quivering privates.

"Oh, Darling, Darling!" he sobbed.

"Lick &, suck, Darling Lick & suck!" he cried, pressing her head into his groin and running his fingers through her long black hair. "Oh, Christ, it's so fucking, fucking good! So good!"

With  a young girl as strikingly beautiful as Angelina paying THIS much attention to parts of his anatomy he long thought no woman would ever touch again Giovanni  lost all contact with reality, and  was conscious of nothing but the glorious sensations that were screaming through his deliciously tortured  body.

JUST THEN, A MIRACLE BEGAN TO OCCUR!

FOR THE FIRST TIME IN NEARLY TWENTY YEARS, GIOVANNI DIBENNIDETTO WAS STARTING TO GET A HARD ON!!!

"Oh, shit!" he squealed hysterically when he felt the first twinges of life beginning to stir in his pecker.   

 Grasping the young girl’s head and pushing her face tighter against his spit-soaked privates.

“OH! I’M GETTING HARD!” He said in amazement. “I CAN FEEL IT!  I CAN FEEL IT!

His trembling body lurched violently as he felt his long dormant manhood spring to life in the warm soft mouth of this God send of an angel.

To the utter astonishment of both pre-teen hottie and her elderly friend, there occurred a sudden, almost miraculous change….Where once Angelina was holding, what amounted to a wet noodle, she was now grasping a throbbing boner.

Slowly skimming his loose foreskin back and forth over his hardening cock, It thrilled her to slide the skin over the sinews and throbbing veins of his now normal sized and working organ.

Staring at his shiny cock head, Angelina could see a shimmering drop of seminal fluid oozing out of the little slit in the tip of it.  Brushing her long brunette tresses back from her pretty face, the child woman lowered her head and lovingly licked the drop off with her tongue. Wrapping her juicy lips over the lust-swollen knob, she began a deep sucking action that soon had her new grand dad trembling with excitement.

Looking down, Giovanni could see nothing but a mass of black hair cascading over his loins, but he could vividly picture what this  darling girl’s soft wet lips we’re doing to his new found hardness.

Angelina ovaled around Giovanni’s throbbing cock, filling his body with passionate lust and an eager desire to screw this young lady while he had the chance.

With his dick now harder than it had ever been in his lifetime and a perfect little angel sucking deeply on his prick, the old man was in absolute  heaven.

Truly amazed by the down right magical transformation of this man’s now fully erect fuck muscle, Angelina marveled at the feel and texture of the stiff boner in her mouth.

The tightly stretched cock-skin was velvety smooth, yet the sinews beneath it felt exciting as this meaty prick slid between her lips and over her tongue.

 Bobbing her head up and down, Angelina was taking more and more of   Giovanni’s   glorious boner into her juicy mouth with every plunge.

She loved the thickness of his big tasty knob as it nudged against the back of her throat.

"Oh, grandpa," she smiled up at him, momentarily removing her mouth from his lurching prick. "I’m so glad I could help you rediscover your manhood again."

Giovanni felt a warm glow as he looked into her pretty young face. She was smiling up at him, from between his old gray haired legs with her mouth close to the protruding wonder of what almost looked like a young man's penis.

Her eyes were dancing  with joy, as her  tongue licked seductively at  her soft lips.

Then she lowered her head and returned to sucking on his tasty prick.

"Oh, Jesus," he panted, feeling her tongue and lips swirling wildly around his quivering cock-knob.

Bobbing her head up and down, Angelina could feel his cock head probing against the back of her throat.

The feel of his shaft sliding back and forth over her tongue was wildly exciting to the young girl, causing big gobs of pussy juice to squish out from between her cunt lips.

 

Frantically clawing at her long black hair, Giovanni’s new “grand daughter” could feel an ejaculation building up deep in his balls.

 The thought of filling this exquisitely beautiful child woman’s   mouth with his hot jizz was obscenely exciting to this depraved dirty old man.

"That's it, baby," he panted. "Keep sucking, honey. I'm almost there!"

Wanting to please her new found grandfather Angelina sucked harder and deeper on his big delicious prick. From the way he was moaning and jerking, the young girl could tell he was almost ready to shoot his wad.

"Oh, my God!" he shouted, pushing her mouth down tighter over his cock.

"Here it comes, honey! Here comes the juice!"

Angelina was thrilled by the huge amount of fuck-cream that gushed out of his exploding cock head. Her mouth was filled with cum before she could even start swallowing, but she didn't lose a drop of the tasty jizz that kept spurting into her mouth.

 It was only when she'd sucked him completely empty and released his limp wet prick from her mouth that it again took on the appearance of an old limp noodle.

But, Angelina was determined to bring him back to life yet again!

She sucked him back into her mouth and soon had him ready for action once more.

With a “quick before it melts” haste, Giovanni jumped up from his seat.

“Look at that, you’re hard once again” Angelina commented while Giovanni prepared her for fucking.

He turned her around and arranged her in a sitting down, woman astride position, with her legs spread open and straddling his lap.

Then, Giovanni wrapped his hands around her shapely little ass and eased his now, finally, fully erect penis towards the entrance to her virgin pussy.

After making sure the coast was clear, the arousing warmth and tight fitting vagina of a twelve year old girl swallowed Giovanni’s cock as he gradually impaled her young body.

"OH GOD IN HEAVEN! The old man groaned as he guided his throbbing sex into the depths of heaven on earth.

The mind numbing sensation was even better than he’d dreamed of in his wildest fantasies.

 As Giovanni began to fuck Angelina's incredible young vagina, pushing into her with rhythmic thrusts, he could feel the young girl's last symbol of virginity give way.

"OWEE!" Angelina cried as Giovanni’s cock suddenly ruptured her thin, protective hymen, causing bright red blood to leak around his shaft and collect in a pool on his thighs.

The deeper Giovanni thrust into the young girl's pussy, the better his cock felt as her immature vaginal muscles tightened with every stroke.

The sensuous heat and slippery lining of her incredible tightness finally did the deed. Giovanni’s brain was euphoric with sexual arousal and ----despite his age---- his balls were filled with ample seed.

"OH MAMMA MIA! OH GOD! He cried out as his balls exploded with endless ejaculations, filling Angelina's tiny pussy with so much sperm that a river of thick, gooey semen gushed like a fire hose all over her butt and legs. Sticky globs clung like glue to her skin while a large puddle lay on Giovanni’s lap mingled with the remnants of the girl’s broken cherry.

The moans and groans that filled the train car finally reached a few unintended ears in the next car. And the sight of the conductor approaching could only mean one thing!

With dazzling   speed and agility, for a man of seventy three Giovanni removed his cum covered cock from Angelina's ravaged little pussy, pulled up his pants and sat Angelina next to him near the window.

 His body would shield the 'cum' stains on the seat while his heavy coat would cover the evidence on his stained pants.

 Angelina kicked her underwear further under the seat and snuggled to Giovanni’s side while an explanation formulated in his brain.

"There have been complaints from the other passengers that you might be doing something with this child that you shouldn't," the conductor announced as he stood, towering over Giovanni and wearing a thin grin that failed to provide a clue about how much trouble they were in.

"I'm sorry sir but this little girl is my grand daughter and she has a…mental problem called Tourette's syndrome that causes her to make unexpected outbursts.

 That's why I moved her to the back of the train.

Here in the last car she wouldn't bother the other passengers," Giovanni replied as if he felt apologetic.

The words hung in the air together with the smell of peppermint.

“What’s that?” The conductor asked sniffing the air like a bird dog.

“Oh! That’s the  prescription liniment oil I use to calm my grand daughter down with. It can really work miracles” the old man said winking at Angelina. “I use it to help my poor little girl  relax after having one of her nightmares he said, trying to sound dead serious.

“Anyway,   my grand daughter’s a very sick little girl, and I have to do whatever I can to help her, but I swear to you, there’s nothing illegal or immoral going on here sir.”

Giovanni was using his most respectful and sincere voice as he said all this and he hoped the ruse would  work.

There was a long, tense silence, as the conductor seemed to process all this new information in his mind.

Then he looked Giovanni straight in the eye: “I'm sorry I had to bother you, sir, but the other passengers were concerned. I hope your granddaughter gets better soon."

With that, the conductor tipped his hat and turned around to walk away.

But just as he was about to leave the conductor turned back to Giovanni “Sir, may I see your ticket please?”

The old man obediently produced his ticket and gave it to the conductor.

“Sir, you only bought a ticket for Rome, if you were going this far you should of purchased a ticket for Milan.”

“Ahh….my mistake” Giovanni said reaching into his pocket to pay the additional fare.

“Thank you very much.” The conductor said collecting the money and walking away. 

Giggles erupted from Angelina as if she’d found the events funny in some way while Giovanni felt his heartbeat finally slow to a normal, healthy speed.

"Giovanni…I mean Grand pa?” Angelina spoke up during a moment of quiet.

"Yes darling?" He replied.

"Can you meet me on my trip back home after I visit my grandmother…please? She begged as her soft, dainty hand smoothed briefly over Giovanni’s cum-saturated fly.

"You can count on it, my love," He answered with a kiss, as his hand returned under his twelve-year old lover’s mini skirt for one more feel.

With the evidence of there illicit love skillfully hidden and successfully explained away, this most  unlikely of romantic couples sat together in silence, grinning at each other  like two   little   wayward  children who’d gotten away with doing something naughty.

From the train’s passenger window Angelina could see a magnificent western sky that looked as if it were on fire, as the bright orange ball of a spectacular blazing sunset sank below the horizon turning the clouds first scarlet & crimson, then gold & pink.

Usually the sight of the sun going down when she was aboard this train depressed  Angelina, because it reminded her that  she’d wasted an entire day traveling from dawn till dusk just sitting around doing nothing.

But THIS train ride, of course, was very, very, very, different.  In fact it had the been the most eventful experience of her young life.

“…..And so the sun sets on the day you became a woman.”  Giovanni said putting his arm around the young girl.

“It’s a special day for both of us grand pa” she replied.

“…..Sure is…”.he agreed.     

“So?   Do you want to go to the ladies room to wash up?” Giovanni asked.

“Nah!” Angelina replied laughing…..“That sticky feeling on my legs and bottom helps me realize that this REALLY happened, and that I’m NOT just dreaming!” She giggled.

“I can’t get over the things that happened today either!  So, I guess I’ll forego washing up for now too!” The old man answered shaking his head in astonishment.

“It just goes to prove what I’ve always believed my darling” Giovanni added.

“What’s that?” Angelina asked.

“That you never REALLY know what’s going to happen from one day to the next. Every morning you wake up, it might  appear like the start of just another ordinary day , with you going through the motions of the  same old boring routines…….But, all that can change in an instant when you least expect it.”

“Amen to that.”  Angelina said.

“That’s why we must be EVER MINDFUL, of the possibility of radical change in our lives. Tomorrow something terrible, or something wonderful might happen to you or me when we least expect it….and the changes wrought will have life transforming  repercussions!

I tell you Angelina, every day holds the possibility of a great adventure!”

“What a philosopher you are!” Angelina smiled and snuggled close to her new, senior lover.

Feeling sentimental Angelina recalled the words and tune of a lullaby she’d learned when she was just a small tot in a daycare center many, many years ago. And she started to sing it softly:

“Lavender's blue, dilly dilly
  Lavender's green,
 When you are king,  dilly dilly
  I shall be queen.

 Lavender's green, dilly dilly
 Lavender's blue,
 You must love me, dilly dilly
'Cause I love you……”

“That’s beautiful!”  Giovanni said, impressed by the sound of his darling angel’s golden voice .  “Where’s it from?” he asked.

“It’s an old English nursery song….. I  learned it in pre-school  from a teacher who came all the way from London , to baby sit children in Calabria , just because she loved Italy so much.” Angelina replied.

“Well, you certainly have a lovely voice” The old man said ,  flattered to have been serenaded by a such a young, charmingly innocent , yet   ravishingly gorgeous creature as this vision of child like  feminine perfection seated next to him.

With that Giovanni put his arm around his young vixen and the two just sat there contentedly, basking in the afterglow of their love making.

Daylight was just slipping into early twilight when the long distance commuter train finally pulled into Milan. Only slightly late at 5:49 p.m.

As most of the remaining passengers disembarked, and the doors of the shiny silver railway cars closed, Angelina and Giovanni watched from the platform as the train pulled out and headed down the track to its final destination on the Swiss border.

The two stood there together beneath a flag pole with the green, white and red Italian tri-color waving in the crisp winter breeze over head in the darkening sky.

Feeling a slight chill, Angelina put on her red sweater. “It’s  more chilly in Milan than I thought it would be today” she said.

“I told you the weather   here would be much colder than in Calabria. Perhaps you shouldn’t dress quite so scantily when you come up here.”   The old man admonished her, sounding more like a parent than a lover.

 When the young girl shot him a catty “don’t tell me what to do” look Giovanni softened his words with a smile.

“But, you know some thing my angel?  The warmth of what we shared makes it well worth the frosty air. Don’t you agree my darling?”

Angelina blushed and nodded, but noticed people were staring at her and her senior gentleman friend.

Feeling self conscious and fearing that prying ears might over hear them, they stood there on the platform in silence, right in front of the entrance to the Milan railroad station, as people milled all about them. Some going into the station and some stepping down the stairs and off the platform to the parking lot below. 

When the crowd finally cleared off the platform, in front of the rail road station  and the intergenerational couple were finally left standing alone with each other……they   spoke to one another for the last time that day…..

“I’m sorry I made you miss your stop in Rome and I’m sorry I messed up your clothes too.”

“Oh! Think nothing of it little girl.” Giovanni  replied , now wearing the big heavy over coat which had covered their sexual doings.

 “You helped me recapture a part of myself that I thought was dead and gone forever, and I can’t thank you enough for that”  he added.

“But, now I’ve made you late for visiting your son, the doctor” Angelina said.

“Don’t worry about that little one, I’ll spend the night in a motel room here in Milan and head down to Rome with you on your return trip home, tomorrow evening.

Besides, as I think I made clear to you before, my son doesn’t really care about me anyway; I just go to visit him out of a sense of family obligation. But, there’s no real love between us….” Giovanni said forlornly.

“Well, I love you” Angelina said touchingly clapping the old man on the arm.

“I’m glad someone does” Giovanni said as the two embraced.

As they broke their embrace and began to walk away from each other, Angelina turned back around and called out: “HEY!  GRAND PA!”  then she ran back to him.

“Now that my real grandpa is dead, there’s really no need for me to keep coming here to Milan…..So…..maybe I can start coming to Bari instead!”

“I’d like that, little one” Giovanni said feeling a lump form in his throat.

The two then exchanged phone numbers and addresses, and Giovanni took Angelina’s hand in his, bowed down and kissed it in a gallant, courtly gesture.

 “Till we meet again” he said as he walked away.

 Just then Angelina’s grand mother pulled up in her car and honked her horn.

The young girl ran to the car, her over night bag swinging on her shoulder.

“How was your first cross country trip alone dear?” grandma asked as the young girl got into the front seat.

“Oh! It went fine grandma”, Angelina replied.

“Did you meet anyone special or do anything out of the ordinary on your trip?”

“No, not really” the pantyless, newly deflowered non-virgin said.

“Good, because your mother and I were worried sick that some pervert might try to do terrible things to you” her grandmother replied.

“No one did anything “terrible” to me grandma.” The young girl said, still feeling the sticky wetness of semi-dried sperm on her lower body parts.

On the rest of the ride to grandma’s house, Angelina silently contemplated the radically differing interpretations she had of words like: “Pervert” & “Terrible” ” compared to those of her mother and grandmother.

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         EPILOGUE

                      SIX RED ROSES

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In the winter of 2007, I (FRIT77) was vacationing in southern Italy.

Since I love to explore I had been taking strolls through each town I visited, usually at the crack of dawn.

On the morning of January 10, 2007 I was walking down a rustic cobblestone pathway when I came upon a quaint little cemetery on the outskirts of Bari.

It was so green and peaceful a place, that I just had to enter by its rusted old gate and look around.

While I was doing this a young attractive woman of about twenty or twenty one entered the cemetery with a boy child of three or four in one hand, and six long stem red roses in the other.

They walked to a headstone which had this inscription written on it:

                                    GIOVANNI DIBENNIDETTO

                      BORN MAY 1, 1925 --- DIED NOVEMBER 22, 2004

                       REMEMBERED   FOREVERMORE WITH LOVE.

 

Curious about everything, I watched this young woman tenderly put those six red roses on this man’s grave.