"Is, is your Momma here Sweetie?" I heard the voice, almost afraid tobelieve it could be her. "Dave you go on ahead, I need to do this bymyself."I fle... from the bathroom across the main room into her arms. My tearsflowing, coming in great sobs as I held her, my whole body shaking."Momma, oh god I've missed you so much."We were both crying, and Rose stood by watching unsure of what was reallygoing on."You must be Rose," I heard someone say behind us."Are you my Grampa?" she asked."Missy, this is. I’m actually a little frightened of it. I always imagine it’s really painful.”“It can be on the initial penetration, but you do get used to it. It’s an interesting feeling of being full. For me, it’s frustrating because I can’t cum from my ass.”“I see.” Joyce was still getting used to the idea that someone would be so open about their sex life. Even her encounter three days ago had not prepared her for this level of intimacy with a stranger. “Let’s see, there’s masturbation. I’m really shy. “Oh my...” That was all Emily got out before her husband parted her folds and put his talented tongue to work. Like a starving man, Oliver ate her pussy with wild abandon. His tongue flashed over her clit and then was sucked into his mouth, his nose breathing heavily on the tiny landing strip of hair on her mound. Her own fluids mingled with his saliva and he delighted in the nearly forgotten flavor of his wife's arousal. As she squealed and came, he realized that she had not been the only one. I cupped my hand and dragged it along the length of her slit, covering my fingers with her juice. I reached around and pulled her head back and to the right, showing her my hand, as I stuck the glistening fingers into her mouth."Taste yourself...see how fucking good you taste," I urged.They came out clean.I pushed her head back into the bed and moved behind her. Grabbing her thighs I held her tight as I dropped to my knees and buried my face into her open pussy. With my tongue as flat and wide.