The next couple months, we had a couple mutual masturbation encounters. Those times were only when she was buzzed or slightly drunk. The line with her...is fine, she is slightly drunk and passed out, there is no in between. The times we did have fun, we made out like a couple teenagers and once we masturbated each other. We tasted each other from our fingers often during our sessions frequently. I knew how she felt, but I also knew her worries, which were unfounded. She had nothing to fear from. .. to the most beautiful woman here tonight."Lilly's head came up slowly and she looked around at the other tables."I mean you Lilly. The most beautiful, most thoughtful, most loving wife any man could wish for."Then she smiled. Slowly at first, very-very slowly. Apprehensive and unsure. I shot her a blast of admiration, appreciation and gratitude and her timid smile blossomed into an effusive, full lipped, soul searing smile that threatened to melt every bone in my body.And feeling the love. I pretended to fix my hair in different styles, and was about to give up when I heard him shut off the mower, then the sound of the shed being closed. A minute later I heard a wolf whistle from the window. “Damn, Sis, who’d ever thought you had such a great body?” “You like it?” “What I can see of it, hell yes!” I slid off the bench and stood with my back to him, “Better than your next door’s?” “Whooee, compared to you her ass looks like two watermelons in a gunny sack! I’m willing to lay. I remember Madre’ telling me a story about her sister in Brazil. They were in their twenties and she walked into a Catholic church and felt a sudden calling to put on a nun’s habit. She was content and has been a nun for over forty years now.”“Oh yeah, that is your Aunt Brunna. I’ve seen pictures of her when she was younger. She was beautiful like you. I have to tell you though, Michelle, I like seeing you happy, but this is not a nunnery,” he said.“I know, Papi,” Michelle pouted. Her reaction.