I cupped her pussy in my hand and squeezed it gently. “aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh” she moaned in response. I rubbed the little angel gently as i prepared...it for the mauling that it was about to receive. I slowly pushed in a finger into the wet canal. She immediately began grinding her crotch into my hand trying to get more of it into her flaming hot pussy. I slowly inserted another finger in her started a circular motion driving both my fingers in her pussy as well as rubbing her clit gently with my. The thought goes through my head. Of course, putting them on meansadmitting to Morgen that I am a man who likes to wear panties. But whatif I put them on and then decide I *don't* like wearing them? That mighthappen, right? It's possible? I don't have to tell her I put them on,right? There's no way she'll actually know... right?I keep wondering, are these Morgen's panties? It's absolutely clear thatthey are used panties (washed, of course, but clearly previously worn),and therefore they have to. “What did you guys do, baby?” “I told you already,” Tamara purred. “He fucked me with his fingers and made me cum.” Dominque felt her pussy moisten, though she’d been wet coming into the room. Her plan was to hear what had transpired then retreat to her own room for a little finger or vibe time. “And?” “And, what?” Tamara giggled. Dominque suspected her daughter was messing with her and knew damn well what she was getting at. “His cock, baby,” Dominque had a sudden urge to slip a finger. "Lean close and sniff it," Shawn said. "Get the scent."Cindy didn't have to lean close. She could smell the horse- cock already, and the smell repulsed her. Strangely though, instead of pulling away in disgust, she found herself leaning closer, sniffing harder. Foul as it was, there was an attraction in that bestial scent."That's it, honey crotch, just take your time and look it over. Get a good whiff of it."Shawn rimmed his stepsister's tasty asshole, licked out her seething cunt, sucked on.