She put the picture backdown and turned around, Bill was standing behind her. "Why are we here?" This is your head, you tell me."Faith got an odd fee...ing when she stared at him, "You're dead aren't you?" I am, I'm not fully aware of why I'm here. Maybe I'm part of your headtoo." What's it like?" Death? Different, I can't really describe it. Besides it might not evenbe really me. Maybe I'm on a cloud playing a harp right now." I assume that this is some prophecy." Sort of, this is your. Then Christy made the next move. Her tongue went from cunt to asshole and she was giving her mother a rim-job. Helen responded in kind to ream back as good as she got.Quickly, mother and daughter were coming again. This time with their tongues in each other's asshole. Instead of cunt- juice, the result was orgasmic farting.Greedily, they breathed in each other's erotic fumes. Nothing, they were making it clear, was too dirty for them. But, in case there was still any doubt, when Christy bobbed. "That's how our game started, quite innocent at first, at least that's what we thought. It only took a couple of Saturday nights out flirting at the bar with guy's wanting to buy me drinks that the excitement level went up. I'm sure they had every intention of getting me to go out to the car with them. When we'd leave the bar I'd tell George all of the things the guys had said to me at the bar. By the time we got home and George had thought about all these guys wanting to get in my panties, he. We sat back and wondered what was in store for us. My girls' door opened and Sandy paraded out in a very nice sundress and sandals. She twirled around, showing quite a bit of leg, then went to stand by her father's room. Brie came out next, in much the same dress, but a different color, one that complemented her hair, and wearing sandals. She twirled in her dress and I was able to see up to her mid-thigh. A little too much leg, if you ask me. We waited for Cathy to appear next. Her dress was.