I nuzzled in until I reached her pussy. I fluttered my tongue up and down her folds, tasting a faint, tangy flavor.She wasn't wet. Yet.“Becky!” sh... whimpered, her hands grabbing my fiery hair. She pushed on my head. “You have to stop! I'm not a lesbian!”“I'm not, either!” I moaned. “I'm bi! You can love both men and women!”My tongue attacked her pussy. I learned how to please Sam this weekend. How to touch a woman. My little sister was more than willing to let me. I loved her naughty, petite. I pushed my luck at this point and asked if Ellie knew where it was, in the hope that she would show me...my plan worked.As we walked, we talked about all sorts of things. We both had young c***dren, we both had issues in our marriage, we both missed our previous lives before parenthood, the fun side, the spontaneous side where we could do anything without having to think about our families. We soon reached the hotel; it was nice, very Italian, very traditional.With nothing to lose, rather. If weren't so late I would call the neighboring county's Sheriffs office and report Monk missing. What the hell I drove home, it was too cold to stand around giving a report to the Sheriffs deputy who wouldn't give a crap anyway. I drove back to the motel in a huff.I hadn't slept much the night before so I tried to get some sleep early. I faired better that night, than the one before. Probably exhaustion is the cure for worry. I fell sound asleep, when I hit the bed. Being tired didn't stop the. She coughed lightly, then turned slightly further onto her left side and resumed the normal slow breathing of her sleep. Ben waited a full minute without moving, but he did flex his left hand from time to time to keep his cock interested. It stayed hard. During the minute, Ben remembered fucking Amanda very hard on Saturday night past. They had been changing positions every few minutes, partly to avoid the routine sex that they both hated, but also because their bodies were older than they had.