Proud that I’m not on the street. I’m happy for her that she likes our lifestyle, but when I was little none of that mattered to me. Back then, li...e was like never-ending summer. Even in the snowy days. I remember lounging in the yard, lying on my belly in the grass and watching the bugs creep through the leaves. You know, from down close it feels like a completely different world. It’s like a miniature city, full of life. I’d catch ladybugs and send them back to their children, reminding them. Miranda stopped dead in her tracks and gulped gulped. Then she backed into the den. Uh. What is it Daddy? I really need to shower.Well then turn around so I can see you, he said. I need to talk to your face. Not your back.Miranda gulped again. Then she turned slowly around to face him with her head hanging down. When Jim cleared his throat again, Miranda lifted her chin and stared directly into his eyes. Her cum spattered face was now directly in his line of view. I'm so sorry Daddy. Really,. It didn’t take him long, he was soon moaning as he added his sponk to my wife’s cunt. They pulled Trish’ coat together but didn’t bother fixing any other of her clothing. They were just going to leave when the white guy said. “I think I’ll have a souvenir.” And went back and removed Trish’ knickers.As they left the room, I was just about to go over to Trish, when I heard the door opening again. I sat back in the chair, once again pretending to be asleep. The black guy came back in and pointing. She moved herhand between her friend's legs and felt her vulva through thenightgown. Jennifer rolled over onto her back and looked atLinda's face by the moonlight coming through the window. Linda kissed her on the mouth and parted her lips withher tongue. While they were kissing Jennifer placed her lefthand on Linda's tummy and started rubbing her fingers downtowards Linda's crotch. Linda was impatient and let go ofJennifer's vulva long enough to pull up her own nightgown andplace Jennifer's.