And then one day Ryan discovered the knack and the right places to touch and he drove me wild. It got to the point where I wanted him to lick my pussy...almost every night.One night he asked me if I was ever going to try and reciprocate. The thought of his piss tube being in my mouth made my stomach queasy, but fair was fair and he was doing me so I sucked it up (no pun intended), got on my knees and tried. At first I was no better at it than Ryan had been we he first started. In my blushing. I knelt down and shouted, – “Where are you, where are you…. Please appear…” Like a mad I struck my forehead on stone, tree and what not. I was wailing …. crying crying and crying for him. All my efforts went in vain. I could not find him anywhere. I searched him every nook and corner but failed to get him.Ultimately with broken heart, disappointed, hungry thirsty I reached to the rivulet, kneeled down and took water with my folded hands, sprinkled on my face and then drunk water. I stood up,. "Dad, meet Joni Adams." Last night's conversation clicked, and he chuckled.The nurse gave both of us a funny look. "I thought your... daughter's name was Jonnie?"I smiled. "I'm Jonnie Michael Adams, and he's my father." I hugged Joni. "This is Joni Michelle Adams, my friend."Ms. Oswald started to laugh, and the nurse groaned out, "Usually it's identical twins causing confusion. Now I've got identical names to worry about." Everyone laughed.We all sat down, and Ms. Oswald told me that I could. She groaned and strokedmy leg. I couldn't maintain my balance long so I slowly brought my footback to the floor. I got to my knees and slowly ran my hands up theinside of both Gina's legs. She opened them wide at my first touch. Istarted to lean in but hesitated. I looked back over my shoulder andwinked at Vern who was slowly masturbating himself. Turning back to Gina,I slipped my hands under her ass and pulled her forward to the edge ofthe couch to my eager mouth.I took my time, less urgent.