She groaned so deeply, so loudly, that it seemed impossible that such a sound could come from such a small body. I watched in awe as a second then a t...ird orgasm followed the first. It ended with a gasp for breath. I had been so fascinated by her orgasm that I had stopped masturbating. Helen had recovered enough to give my dick and me a plaintive look. I resumed stroking and, probably because of Helen’s intensive gaze, I was soon erupting on the carpet, my leg, and my hand. I had to take my own. Is it ok if I send her pictures?” I asked. His face turned red and defensive. “She doesn’t know I’m your brother right?” He panicked. “Sarah doesn’t know anything about my family. I never showed her pictures and never talked about it,” I said. I could see his face turn sad, hearing that his sister neglected to tell her friends of her loving family back home. “But,” I went, trying to cheer him up, “You’re all I can think about and all I wanna talk about. As far as she knows, you’re just some guy. Well, Imelda, as you know is not as religious as her mother- to say the least. In choosing her vocation Imelda flipped a coin with heads she would be a wet nurse and tails she would follow her in mother’s footsteps. If the coin landed on its edge she would become a nun! The coin landed on tails. So you lucked out and get to see her show January.”“Consuela told us that Imelda will be our entertainer but I did not know how she selected that vocation. It sounds just like Imelda.”“Timmy, did you. " "You don't sound too thrilled." "Its just that except for Halloween, I have never ventured out in public dressed as my other self," I informed her. "It's not like you're going to a club, you're just driving to my place. That has to be less fearful than being in a roomful of strangers for that Halloween party you told me about," she responded encouragingly. Her logic was undeniable and I nodded in agreement. "So what is her name and what is she like?" Darlene questioned after taking a long.