I have a sister, Alison, 20 years old. My father passed away recently, a hiking accident, he slipped off the edge. They said he didn’t suffer, but I...guess they’d say that, even if he had. Regardless of the details, it of course was devastating for a time, but we've all moved past it for the most part.Up to this point, my family was pretty relaxed about nudity. We weren’t nudists but little kids don’t have any shame and if I or my sister wanted to walk around naked, they were permissive as long. “You have good time. I wait.”The light-brown-skinned beauty was hungry for me. Her full, womanly figure was much more like my late wife’s than my current bed-partner. Her skills were excellent and her desire intense. She murmured that she’d been attracted to me for a long time but only slept with one man at a time. I learned later that she and her boyfriend had been fighting for more than a week. She needed to burn off that frustration as well as the anger and sadness of the breakup.When things. She started to slowly push my head down her body towards her pussy which could have been a problem as I have never done it before so rather than embarrass myself I told her to which replied no problem I will talk you through it, so I positioned myself between her legs and with a little guidance and encouragement slightly parted her lips and licked the length of her pussy lips, OMG I have been in the top class hotel business and eaten some of the most flavourful foods in the world but nothing. When, finally, I felt the bed sink beneath his weight, I opened my eyes. Stared directly into his and pulled his mouth to mine for the first of many kisses we would share. His soft groans filled my mouth and the taste of him demanded further exploration. My tongue searched him, looking for any traces of doubt, and finding none, continued on its journey. Unbidden, my hands had tangled themselves into his hair. Even if he had wanted to, he couldn’t have escaped me. As our kiss deepened my fingers.