I was still hesitant at first and not exactly sure what I should do, even after her instructions. Seeing my uncertainty, mom said, “Its all right, T...mmy. Just start licking between my pussy lips. Oh, Tommy, your father just loved to lick my pussy. He was always so proud when he could make me come strictly with his tongue.” She gently guided my head toward her pussy lips. “All you need to do is to start by kissing it and then just do whatever comes naturally.” In my kneeling position I grasped. ‘Seafood lasagna,’ she all but purred, ‘with scallops and shrimp and a Bechamel sauce. My mom used to use mozzarella and a light sprinkling of Parm for the top. Oh, and her cheese biscuits were the best. So light and fluffy.’ Her voice twisted around the memories. She saw the question flicker in his eyes, one he probably wasn’t sure how to ask. He reached for her hand and the small gesture conveyed an understanding that words couldn’t. ‘She passed away almost two years ago. My friends and. Seeing my calm reaction, Jill’s nervous blush morphed into a sly grin. “Would my darling like Chris and me to put on a little show for him. After all, it’s not just Chris and me who’ve been missing our staple diet these last few days.”Jill’s eyes locked with mine as we stared into each other’s eyes.I sensed this was a true watershed moment in our marriage and life together. Barely three days back from a month nearly full-time with Chris, Jill had brought Chris back into our marital home and. With a gleam in her eye she let her legs come apart. Her black knickers were semi-transparent. I stopped typing, just staring. Meghan smiled, moving her hands. She grabbed the garment, pulling the crotch out and bunching it before pulling it in between her labia. I swallowed hard, completely absorbed, absurdly thinking that the fabric and her pussy lips resembled a yo-yo. Meghan tilted her head to one side. “No slacking,” she said. “I really do want to know how the story ends!”I forced myself.