I licked down her stomach and poked my tongue into her navel, causing her to giggle.I could feel a small trail of tiny hairs with my tongue, extending... from her navel down to her pubic thatch, and I buried my face in it, luxuriating in its exotic musky scent. She let out a gasp of pleasure, perhaps sensing what was to come.I could feel the cleft of her slit with my nose, the scent getting stronger and more sexually intense. Then I encountered wetness and inhaled deeply before tentatively tasting. I went to take a step back but he corralled me with a long arm around my shoulders and pulled me back to the table. Then he pulled me up onto his lap and said “why don’t you have a seat here while we discuss whether I’ve spent enough in drinks to fuck that hot little honey hole of yours or whether I have to tip you too!”I was to surprised and stunned to speak for a moment but then I recovered and whirled around slapping him in the face as hard as I could and then flailed out of his lap ending. Your mother-in-law... "SHE" is who you want it to be.***SHE IS MILKING YOUR COCKI had thought about it a lot. It would start crossing my mind at random times during the day and I would dwell on it, and play it out in my head. I had always turned away her advances, but I wasn't about to anymore. I started to want it, began to actually crave it. It was worth every second.We had known each other for our entire lives. I mean, we'd always been in the same town, but never really talked in a. I always felt open with her, because she treated me with love and respect. And so, the details emerged naturally, without admonition. June had really spilt the beans. Nothing had been spared.To sum up, Joan took the position that, like all young people finding their way, I was entitled to experiment. I knew she was not happy about some details, not necessarily because she found them distasteful, but because she knew how my mother would feel about them. And for this, she felt she should accept.