“I liked it.” And he could feel she had. His fingers touched warm, soft skin, felt the wetness.“Wow”, he murmured, started to explore her with...his fingers. With a sigh she lay back, spread her legs and closed her eyes.David's fingers traced her pussy lips, parted them. Impatiently he pulled her panty down, looked at her exposed sex. The pale skin glistened with her juices. Slowly he slid his finger back between her lips, deeper and inside her. He heard her soft moan and a second finger. Maybe I will, but you know what I mean! She laughed. I told her to stop. But she said she was laughing with me. I was pretty sure she was laughing at me. I liked her laugh. Then she talked about the event last night. She shared with me that she was afraid that it may have dropped the mood, and put a distance between us. - I am sorry about last night! What we did was great! But we needed to set limits you know, we are cousins! - Yeah, I know! You are right! - But we still can have some fun. .. furiously lapping at Mom’s prized bundle of nerve-endings. He looked over at me with big smile, knowing the pleasure that his ministrations were providing her.“Yeah ... yeah ... uh huh ... uh huh ... there,” cooed Mom, as she reached down and used her fingers to splay the large pink petals of her dew-laden flower even more for Dad’s tip. For his part, he was taking great enjoyment in delicately flailing her sensitive bud. A look of satisfied concentration permeated his face.“Ohhhhhhh. I am the luckiest guy in the world. We had a very healthy and active sex life, not much out of the ordinary. Occasionally she would treat me the way I especially liked to be treated by tying me to the bed and teasing me with a whip, to be followed quickly by particularly avid love-making in a few different positions. So it was a surprise to me when my wife asked as we were sitting on our coach ready to watch TV if I would be willing to spice up our sex life. I said ?Of course, sweetie, what do.