Yeah, mom. It's really cool. The white looks good against your tan." Thanks, baby. I thought so, too. Your dad would just die if he saw me in this." W...hy?" He'd think it's way too revealing. He wouldn't want me to wear it around anyone but him." And me, right, mom?" Haha! Of course! I don't think he'd get jealous of you!" Well, good. Because it looks great, mom. Really shows off that body you've been working on." Aww, you're so sweet. But there is a problem with it." With the bikini?" Yeah. I. We were all still on the patio, but I heard the doorbell and went to answer it. “Aunt Delia!” I said. I had not expected her. “Rozelle called me and asked if I were able to come down. I took the bus,” she said. “Oh, okay. I wish I’d known: I would have come for you myself,” I said. I had questions for her, but it was beginning to look like they, the questions, were passé. “Actually, Rozelle offered. But I knew that the others would already be here, and you and Rozelle needed to meet with. It was a mostly sleepless night, made even more stressful by the recollection of a conversation I had with her sister, Allie, just before we got married. She warned me that Jill had been quite the playgirl when she was younger and was leaving the small town in which they had been raised under a cloud. It seemed she had been fooling around with a married man for months and when the wife finally caught on, the subsequent divorce action exposed a few more married men that also had been cheating on. It dawned on me that we were on our honeymoon, and I could not remember if we had fucked yet. I couldn’t remember doing it last night when we got back to the room from that dance club. It is all so hazy. But her pussy was calling me.I forgot all about my hangover and slid over to her. I started at her foot, kissing her toes, the bottom of her foot and then the back of her ankle. I slowly moved up to her calf and to the back of her knee, licking and kissing my lovely bride’s delicious.