As they felt the sorrow and remorse I was feeling, they, too, began to cry, helping me to grieve. We sat together, holding one another, supporting one...another, loving one another. A fucking Kodak moment, if there ever was one.Finally, our tears and sobs lessened and stopped. Kleenex appeared and, to a chorus of honking that would have made a flock of geese proud, we cleaned ourselves up. I sat, one hand cupping one tit of Sally, the other hand cupping the tit of Nicole. They were still a little. She wiped her lips on her sleeve and bolted in my direction before I had time to process what was going on. Instinct kicked in as she pounced on me like we were old friends, and I caught her by the thighs, holding her up at eye level. I started to ask her what she was doing but before I could form one syllable she pressed her lips against mine. I returned the favor, letting our tongues do a little tango. Finally she broke away from me and said, ‘I know it’s not quite midnight yet, but you. Clearly I did something or his penis just pushed open a pocket of gathering juices, because the fingers massaging my lips down there suddenly met with a lot of leaking liquid.And strangely, feeling my own juices like that running over Ean’s testicles and my soft bulge made me so much more tingly down there. Everything about it, physically and psychologically, was soo incredibly warm.I could only rock a few times in that position before my hands were gripping his legs and I was bouncing. It was. I had troublekeeping my eyes in neutral as I wolfed down the first oftwo burgers while Monica picked daintily at her pattyand cottage cheese. She kept her eyes down most of the time, and there wasa deafening silence between us. I finally found thecourage to say, “Can I ask you something … it’s prettypersonal, I guess.” She smiled with her eyes, and I about choked. “Sure,”she murmured. “Are you and Dad… okay? I mean…” Monica sat with.