He left again for the other bottle.Paolo laughed. "He's a good old goat, I promise."The other bottle came. Glasses were filled."Let's toast to -- uh -... well -- happiness," Paolo said.We raised our glasses. Happiness was something I'd drink to. I looked at Lauren. Her glass came up halfway. She took small sips.Paolo asked for the antipasto. The uncle left again. We were alone."So," Paolo asked, "If it's not rude -- I want to ask -- are you two together, like girlfriends?"He meant Lauren and me.. She said 6….I said no….5 …no…she stopped the car….and smiled….and said 10….?? NO way I said….stop this guess work, find out in person…and we laughed.We arrived at this nice restaurant ordered her specials and opened a bottle of white wine, great stuff I must say, South African wines. She didn’t tell me about the piri piri….but I found it great….until a few glasses of wine went in, I felt her hands on my lap again, I held hers and kissed her hands, she made me suck the piri piri off her fingers,. I jerked you off and you came all over my bare ass and your bedsheets.”“I was wondering why my bed was wet the next morning, now I know why,” he smiled.“I have another confession to make to you Dad. Remember when you told me you had had unusual dreams about having sex with Mom but it didn’t quite feel like Mom? I said maybe it felt different because it was a dream?”“Yes, I remember.”“It was really me all along. When I asked you if you were hoping the dreams would continue or stop and you said. This time calmly, but still in a quiet, barely heard voice, she said: — Okay, if it's for you… If it means so much much for you… She pulled up her maid dress, exposing snow white panties. Once again she looked at me reproachfully, but said nothing and quickly took them off. As the panties dropped on the floor, I saw her thick bush. Neither shaved nor trimmed, it was a truly arousing sight. The dark hair contrasted with her pale white skin. She didn’t let me stare much - as she let go of her.