Uncle Vern Plays with Me - Redux

Some 10 days after that first Friday, and after more than a few repeats with UV, I was coming down the stairs at home when I heard the phone ring and paused to see who might be calling. The half of the conversation that I heard went something like this:

"Hi, Cindy. ... You two really did?! ... On his chair?! ... Watching ... don't tell me, Cindy, you can spare me those details. ... And your nipples woke up! Oh, Cindy, I've been praying for that!"

Spare me the praying, I thought; given time, nerves can sometimes reconnect, that's all. But I had to think that my times with UV on his chair had made the difference, for him at least. Aunt Cindy really was the woman he loved, and he just needed reminding of the joy that she could still give him. And her nipples reconnecting just then was a beautiful coincidence. As to the movie, I have no doubt that it featured busty, topless women enjoying each other's tits and nipples.

I truly was glad for the two of them - they really do love each other. And even though their love life was rekindled and I never married UV, I had never really expected to. I "watched" a lot more movies with UV over the summer, and when I left, my college wardrobe was both complete - and hot! And I was ready for whatever some college guy might throw at me. But only after we truly got to be close first.

Oh - and UV now has a nickname for me as well - Miss PN. I'll let you figure it out!