Of course, we didn't know it was the day. Dad left, "... to find some work." Sometimes he was gone a week. We would mark each day on the John Deere ca...endar. Sometimes a month. We kept all the old calendars. They told about our Dad. How long he was gone. When he came back. This time, from Independence Day to Labor Day... the longest ever from reading the calendars (our poor man's Farmer's almanac) we decided after talking, discoursing, arguing that Dad was gone... forever. But we watched for. My fingers found her mound smooth and warm. Probing cautiously, my middle finger split the divide and was treated to a wash of fluid.Kristin gasped, then moaned softly as my fingers explored her warm folds. I pushed her thigh to get better access. She must shave or wax because every spot I touched was smooth and increasingly slippery as I distributed her lubrication. The aroma drew me to move lower.Kristin’s hand on my cheeks held me for a moment. “Help yourself,” she gestured to the. I curled them around, finding her g-spot, and kept licking away. Ellie was contorting her body with every brush my tongue made against any part of her skin. I looked up to see her roughly fondling her boobs. With my free hand I reached up and helped her out, all while continuing my two pronged attack on her clit and g-spot.“Uhh, shit,” she moaned as I felt the space around my fingers grow noticeably tighter. I pressed my tongue down and swirled it in circles. “Oh yeah,” she moaned, arms. "Thanks, well made. You know, you are as good looking as Kellie described. I was a bridesmaid once before and had a good time with the best man. That's not going to happen today. I assume you know who the best 'man' is? Well Sam's a nice girl but she's not my type. Perhaps I'll have to settle for a good time with the father of the bride" she said with a twinkle in her eye.Dave was a bit taken back, not certain what to say, just remembering Kellie's warning. At the time he thought she was.