I smile and do it again.I lick her softly. When at last I suck her into my mouth. I feel her body shaking uncontrollably, her moans growing louder. I ...suck it, drawing more blood into it, occassionally grazing it with my teeth. I feel her juices on my chin as I get closer. I replace my mouth with my thumb, rubbing circles as my mouth hones in on its next conquest.My tongue lightly probes her glistening hole. Her hand goes to the back of my head, urging me forward. I smile against her and oblige.. I'll explain latter."Judy heard none of this, though she was sure Joy was directing the assault. She struggled, though the effort was wasted. She accounted for everyone's hands but Bonnie's, so the hand pushing into her pussy had to be her little angel's. Judy, grimaced into the cunt, then realized she had her mouth firmly against her sisters cunt. She couldn't help but lick, then probe with her tongue. Twenty-one years of dreaming about doing so had a powerfully numbing effect. Though strong. "But then she talked about what she REALLY means and assigned us a two-page essay on what WE thought caused changes in the nuclear family." She bit a chunk off a triangular slice and chewed. After a sip of her drink, she continued, "So I have ALL these ideas. You know I read some of this stuff. Like that time I told you about how people used to get married before there were judges and licenses and records an' stuff. But you know I read stuff." Yes, you do read stuff, baby," I said. She did. One. “I have a question for you,” I said.He turned towards me and lifted one foot up onto the table. He rested his arms on his knee. Then he put his chin on his arms and looked at me.“Okay.”“Do you feel more like you’re English or do you feel like you’re an American?”He screwed up his face at me – just for an instant.“I don’t remember England. I was only, like, three when we left. So I guess I’m mostly American. But sometimes I feel like I don’t really belong.”I sensed that he had more to say, so I.