We would drink and smoke and talk. That is when I started to get a little bolder. I would grab myself when talking to her but a little out of her view... When left me alone on her porch, I would jack off but not to climax. I enjoyed edging and it kept the thrill going. What started as glances turned into a full on sexual fantasies. I would fantasize about cumming in front of my MIL or her giving me a handjob.Right before the quarantine my MIL moved into our neighborhood with my niece, her. We went into the kitchen, and he had me lie down on my stomach. He then went to the counter and brought this basket over with vegetables in it, carrots, and long green squash things, some bigger than his co-k. He poured some olive oil in my butt crack, and took out this tube of something called KY jelly, but it wasn’t jelly, it was a clear real slippery lotion, He put the nozzle up my butthole and squeezed it hard, and it was cold as the dickens, and I squealed and moved around, and he slapped. "You are gorgeous, Nancy! I don't know how you keep the men at bay at work. I have heard that mechanics are always horny!"She looked directly at me and said, in a matter of fact voice, "They leave me alone; they know I a lesbian."I didn't know what to say and Nancy misunderstood my silence, "I am sorry but if you're not comfortable, please feel free to leave. I won't be offended." No, no, it is not that. In fact two of my closest girl friends are gay. It is just the way you said it caught me by. Lanying turned onto a cross street where there were only two glowing lamps lighting the area. She saw a couple of homes with interior lights on, so she checked around her, stepped into the shadows, and crept up to a side window of the first house on the right.Inside, she saw nothing for several minutes, hearing no sounds of any interest. Lanying started to leave but then saw an older man step into the living room wearing a robe. She didn’t know this house or its occupants, so she had no idea if.