I continued to lightly and lovingly stroke her thigh... her inner thigh... I then found my fingers traveling to the source of the heat emanating from ...etween. My fingers easily found her still-sticky folds. I had licked at this sticky, intimate spot earlier today, while Connie had sucked my cum out of my hard cock. I had tasted my wife as she had never tasted before. I somehow loved the thought that another cock.. perhaps several other cocks, had filled up my wife's pussy. That other men had. I liked everything. I like everything we do. I want to do it all again.”He looked at me a long time, a sadness on his face. He shook his head and pulled his hand free. He stood and left the room.When I was dressed and went into the kitchen Dad said, “Well, you’re up early.”“I couldn’t go back to sleep,” I lied. “Where’s Uncle Beau?”“He said he had somewhere to go. I think he wanted to go by the gym and see who’s there. Don’t know, really.”So another day without Uncle Beau, and the bad part was. It started out beautifully. I was awake quite a while before Beth Ann and made good use of the time, watching her sleep. She looked sweet and edible lying there. I wanted to eat her up but just looking at her was equally fulfilling, so I did.When she awoke, her smile nearly stopped my heart and I kissed her as deeply as any kiss we'd ever shared, waking up Mr. Johnson and motivating Beth Ann's furry friend.I had no idea where that phrase came from. It just popped out when we were making silly. Thinking more of the family honor rather than my sister's completely ruined reputation, I started kicking wannabe gangster ass but eventually wound up in the prone position in the gutter. She pushed me down the street to our door telling me the bad things she would do to me if I said a word about her shenanigans to our parents. I had no intention of spilling the beans about their daughter's proclivities for distributing oral goodies to any guy with a hard dick. In fact I was a little jealous.