I wanted to come back, but he said I shouldn’t, that it would just stir up bad feelings. I believed him, and now I know he wasn’t right. I’ve be...n so homesick.” Another crying jag took over.“Well, you’re home right now. Have you eaten anything? Can you stay? What’s the plan?”Steph shook her head, “I don’t know. I drove most of the night. I cried the whole way from Boston to here. Everything I own is in my car. I got here at six o’clock this morning, but didn’t want to wake anybody. If you don’t. I have to eat you. I’m so wet for you.” I grabbed her hand and shoved it between my thighs, rubbing at my panties. “Feel how wet I am.”She gasped, slanted eyes widening. “You’ve soaked your panties.”Her hand came away, spots of moisture on her fingers. She glanced at me and I nodded. She brought her hand to her nose, inhaling sharply, smelling my spicy musk. Her body shivered, breasts quivering. Then she licked her fingers while I knelt before her, pink tongue sliding slowly up her digits,. You could tell she didn’t sunbath in the nude because her really white tits and panty line were a sharp contrast to her deep tan.It then dawned on me that I had started stroking my now hard cock. For a moment I thought she looked at me but she had such a far away look in her eyes that I know she was only feeling the moment.The black guy who had been feeding her his cock looked at my dad and asked if she liked it in the ass? Oh my god! NOOO!! Would this horror ever end!Dad replied, “she’ll. I gagged on them and had to spit them out. I couldn't eat them. I couldn't stomach the taste not after losing my wife who made them for me all of those years. I couldn't eat them at all."Are you ok Paul? Are they bad?"It was my sister-in-law who made the potatoes. "No, they're fine. I just can't eat them. Too many memories hit me too quickly. Sorry."I got up from the table and went to the pool. Brenda was in the pool with my nieces and nephews and the little ones playing. I took a seat and.