Venice was amazing. Easily one of the highlights of the trip. It was so easy to get lost in the city, but we always seemed to find our way. There was an amazing sight around every corner.
The company only made Venice better. I was on my honeymoon with my wife. We were joined by three women that we had met in Verona. All three worked as stewardesses on the same private yacht. Instead of staying at the distant hostel, we’d pooled our resources and shared a hotel room. The women only had a few days left of vacation before they had to return and they were making the most of it. Anne and I were pretty tight with money, but the women, close to the end of their trip, were not similarly restrained and they picked up the tab quite a few times. We took a gondola ride, ate Gelato, went to a few museums and bought a lot of cheap wine.
Our hotel was very close to the Labia Palace and the women had dubbed our hotel the Vagina Hotel. The women had really bonded, especially after Anne and I had each masturbated in front of them. They had become a tight little sisterhood.