Helen met me in the kitchen in her underwear and a light robe with a happy kiss- her lips were not quite as swollen and her lisp was vanishing. I glim...sed down at her tight briefs and was pleased that there was no lump in them. She looked like any other gorgeous twenty-something with perfect skin and lips. She shared with me, though, that her little cunny, as she was calling it now, was deliciously tight and felt so sensitive when she was fucking her dildoes. These mental changes seemed to be. Somehow he felt that this wasn't the way he wanted her to find out about their relationship.She didn't say anything much, mostly she just nodded and answered with the sporadic 'yeah' and 'I see'. In fact, the more he told her, the more calm she seemed to get. At some points in the conversation her sons wandered over but she just held up her hand and gestured for them to leave Aidan and her alone. Finally he finished the story and they both sat there in silence. He watched her as she stared at. I felt a generalized good cheer and wanted to make her feel the same warmness if I could. Alcohol? I wondered. Or is it the start of a crush?She smiled at me. "That's sweet, but honestly, I'm fine. I was just surprised is all."There were a few moments of silence. She fingered her earbuds. I flinched internally. If she put them back in, I'd lose my only chance to talk with her. I opened my mouth to say something, anything. But nothing came out. My mind was blank. She was looking down at her. Uh, you don't mind if we go in your car, do you, because I don't have one yet. I'm saving up, but I still have a long way to go."She bounced her eyebrows a couple of times suggestively. "Mind? Heck no, I love my old clunker. It's got that big front seat so we can sit close together."Luke liked the picture that created in his mind. No shrinking violet, this one.Cherry Jubilee Eckhardt, so named because either both of her parents were dim bulbs, or they shared a very peculiar sense of humor, was.