Roman Holidays, Part 3
The next morning, Max groaned and rolled out of bed, his mind still foggy from a difficult night. He stumbled to the balcony, where he found Gianna, his father in a new form, standing in her underwear, the morning sun casting a golden glow on her voluptuous figure. Her breasts, full and heavy, were on full display, barely contained in a gigantic black bra, and her hair cascaded down her back and on her cute face. She was wearing a pair of pants that clearly didn't fit her. "Dad...ehm, Gianna," Max said nervous "Good morning." Gianna just nodded at him, a slight blush creeping up her cheeks. The previous night they split after dinner. Max felt exhausted, still too used to his Mid-Western lifestyle to go out until after midnight like every Italian seem to be doing. Gianna was still bustling with energy and really didn't want to go back to their apartment. She came back much later in the night. And she almost couldn't go to sleep thinking b...