"'As much as I want to, I can't tell her I want her. It'll just make everything so weird, and what would we tell our parents? Even if we did have sex,... what if I got her knocked up? I can't put her through something like that; she is only sixteen, and I'm only nineteen.'"I saw it on your face, David. You liked what you saw, so just tell me already. You love me, and I love you," she reminded me before a pause. "Would you like to know my cup size or see my melons? Maybe what I'm hiding under my. I gave my brother a high five as he walked over and sat by his wife and I found a spot next to Linda.“What was that all about?” dad asked.“We just took the time to bring each other current, Dad,” I said.“Mom and Dad, something’s bothered me for a while, can I ask you a question?” I asked.“Sure son, ask away?” Dad responded.“Well, I was born in April of 1954, figuring I was conceived in early July of ‘53. You were married on August 18th, 1953 – do you ... see my question?” I asked.The room got. Sure enough, there was a voicemail from Ron: ‘Hey Cissy, I hope I got the right number, it’s Ron. Call me if you wanna talk tonight! My number’s 312xxxxxxx. Hope we’re still on this week! OK, bye.’ I took off my business suit, brushed my teeth and put on a nightgown and panties before I snugged under the covers of the king-sized bed and called him back. He answered on the first ring. ‘There you are! Are you in Chicago?’ He had a soft, deep voice. ‘Yep. How are you?’ ‘Cool, now that I know. I returned to her body, positioned at her legs - straddling her knees. I reached up and slowly pulled off her panties. As I freed her from her genital encumbrance, I raised the panties to my nose - sniffed - and sighed.Now that she was stripped, I quickly stripped myself. I dived between her thighs and buried my face into her cunt. She reached down, grabbed the back of my head, and pulled hard. After a few licks, I plunged my tongue into her slit. She quivered, and pulled my head even harder. I.