“You must take that suit to the cleaners first thing in the morning,” she told Pierre, with the tone of a concerned wife.“Now though, get out of...those wet clothes. I need my pussy licked.”ooOOoEverything seemed to get back to normal after the day Angelique lost her patience with Pierre. No one mentioned it and there were no furtive glances or awkward silences. Conversation was normal and everyone resorted to their daily routine.Five days later, the three of them were having lunch on the veranda. I want to see your face. I want to see your orgasm building in your eyes and I want to see your face when you cum.” “Yes sir.” is all I can manage to say as another deep thrust makes my womanhood quiver and sends sensations tingling through me. Your other hand is tracing underneath me, touching my neck and chest. Dragging your fingernails against my skin. Grasping one of my breasts and toying with my nipple. Your hand moves to my stomach and pressing in as if you’re trying to feel your penis. I slipped into some comfortable clothes and made my way to my bedroom. Grabbing my body lotion I dropped my trousers to my ankles and dripped some onto my hand. I sent a message to Ben just as I started to stroke myself.I asked him some fairly innocent questions accompanied by the clothed pictures, however I got far more lewd as I sent the more risque photos of myself. Sure enough Ben had some very interesting ideas about what we could do with several parts of my body and his together. He and I. “You're going to get it, honey. Damn, work that asshole. You're wonderful.”“That's so hot,” moaned Rose. “Ooh, ooh, you're so naughty, Daisy.”“I know!” Daisy clamped her bowels around my dick as she impaled herself down my shaft. I groaned, loving the way she swallowed my shaft. It was incredible. “Oh, yes, yes, I love this, Daddy. I love this so much!”“God, yes!” I groaned, my cock throbbing in my daughter's asshole.She felt so wonderful as she worked her bowels up and down my dick. I groaned,.