So more about my aunt. My aunt through marriage is quite a piece of work. A compulsive liar and a master of manipulation. She's a horrible wife, and it's safe to say she is a waste of skin. We've managed to get along all theses years by taking her in small doses. For as long as I can remember, I've had a thing for women's hands. She happens to have some of the most beautiful hands I've ever seen. Whenever we do hang out with them, I'm forever starring at her beautiful hands. Three summers ago we had a bbq. We had a huge turn out including this aunt and uncle. Things start dying down by 1am. The alcohol was flowing and everyone was happy. The last of the guest leave and my aunt and uncle spend the night in our spare room. She's always the last to go to bed. With the liquid courage flowing through me, I decide I'm finally going to tell her about my love for her hands. I waited for her in the foyer of our place. She took forever to come downstairs on the way to the spare room. Finally she comes down stairs and I snag her hand and take her outside the front door. Perplexed she asked what I'm doing. I proceed to spill my guts out to her. There's an awkward silence for a few seconds. I was in fear. I shouldn't have said anything I thought. Finally she smiles and grabs my hand and leads me to the bench by the pond in the back yard. The moon was so bright. She gently rubbed my face. Her hands were so soft and she was so gentle. She would run her fingers through my hair and I would kiss her hands as they passed my lips. I was in heaven. I sucked on her wedding ring finger and slobbered all over her massive ring. I kissed both of her hands repeatedly and buried my face in them. She took her time with me. She kept rubbing my face and making sure I felt every bit of the bad boys. I commented that it would be nice to see her nails painted. It was something I had never seen her do before. Finally after about a half hours worth of playing around, she pulled me in for a warm kiss on the lips and said she really needed to hit the hay. She wished me good night as she walked back to the house. A few months went by and we didn't see them till thanksgiving. We were at their place and all seated at the table. Wouldn't you know it, she had her nails painted a beautiful soft pink. She smiled at me as we were passing the food around, and when no one was looking, I even got a kiss in. To this day, I'm still allowed a kiss or two if the opportunity presents itself.