Lastly, the papers for my divorce from Cynthia on the grounds of adultery, incest and immoral behavior, naming Susan and Helen as active participants,...and including a few photographs.My word, I already knew that my ex-daughters could curse, but they hardly repeated themselves in several minutes of profanity as they turned the pages. If words could kill, I’d be stretched out on the floor stone dead by now.I left them some things to find out for themselves. As their meal ticket, the titles for. Did you take my panties off? Yeah Did you pull my shirt down? Yeah What else? Well I sniffed your pussy and asshole I laughed You think it’s funny? Your a pig! Get out!That night I got a call from my mom, so aunt Sasha said you two had a nice visit...She did?Yeah... yeah it was nice seeing her . Blah blah blah. I hung up thanking god she didn’t tell my mom. About a week passed and my parents were headed up north to some hippie party they were going to be away for the weekend. Is aunt Sasha. I was rewarded with more black lace, artfully holding in ample breasts.I reached forward and cupped them, grasping hard nipples and not relenting. In response she reached forward and finally touched me. A light graze across my tented crotch, and then she turned her attention to removing my shirt. She ran her nails down my chest and took stock of every muscle.Once my shirt hit the floor, joining hers, she turned her attention to my pants. As she removed them, her hand once again ran lightly over. They then rolled over onto their fronts and started chatting. I reluctantly got up very slowly and quietly and headed off indoors for a drink.Later that day, I was on the drive about to get into my car to go to my girlfriend’s when they both appeared on their front garden about to head off too. We politely spoke for a couple of minutes. But the whole time I couldn’t help looking at them and thinking of the hot session they had and that she still had inside her the full load of spunk he had.