”“I think he may have had a run-in or two with him. The thing about the suits suggested that he had found good reasons to wear them at all times, ...o check them ourselves and not let other people do it for us. That’s why I didn’t object when you insisted on spending that small fortune on the spares. If it means your kept alive, then it’s money well spent,” he replied.“Ditto, you’re important to me too, my love,” I told him.“Damn, I love hearing you call me that,” he said happily.I chuckled and. When she was on a roll -- and believe me, there's a lot of her to roll -- there was no stopping her."But..." No buts," Fran insisted, moving me toward the door."I'm not dressed!" I pointed out. I hadn't bothered to put anything on that morning -- not that I usually did, of course."When has that ever stopped you?" Missy asked with a giggle as they pulled me out of my funk, my feet dragging as they physically hauled me out the door."Where's Greg? I'm surprised you didn't bring him, too. Or is he. Christine had a bigger prize in mind. She unsnapped Erica’s pants and unbuttoned them. Now, that was fairly unfamiliar territory to me, so I helped Christine divest Erica of her slacks. She was wearing pink mesh panties that were for all intents and purposes see-through. I helped Erica with the last buttons on Christine’s blouse, and her 38-C tits were sitting up perkily. Christine had stopped wearing bras a year ago, a decision I certainly supported. Erica leaned forward and began licking the. I know he was shocked that I had not awakened. He turned away and padded softly back to his bed. I doubt that he slept very well, thinking that he had just had his cock in his sleeping niece's mouth.----------Nothing was said the next morning. I intentionally left his sperm on my cheek that left a crusty whitish spot there quite visibly. He kept staring at it at breakfast and I smiled all the way through breakfast. Once breakfast was finished letting my tongue touch the crusty sperm, I licked.