As she pondered that, she heard Denise coming down the hall. When she turned toward the door, Sylvia gasped.Standing in front of her was her teenaged ...aughter. She was wearing a black leather corset, knee high black boots and nothing else. Sylvia was startled at seeing her daughters bare breasts, they were a perfectly shaped tear drop with small erect brown nipples. Her gaze fell on Denise's pussy next. Her mound was smooth and hairless and her slit long and narrow."Denise?" Sylvia said loudly,. "Jeez Kelly, you must be really horny! You're soaked down here!" "Well then you better hurry up and --"I wasn't going to wait for her to finish her sentence, I was too excited. I wanted to taste her sweet pussy juice. I slowly licked down her slit. From there I stuck the tip of my tongue in her, I did that again and again, nothing but the tip."Matt! Stop teasing me!" She said excitedlyI stuck my whole tongue in, as far as it would go. She tasted so sweet, yet at the same time salty. It tasted. Jill and my evening together was ending pretty much as it had started; with her hand-in-hand with this new man who’d burst into our lives over what now seemed a lot more than a week. I could only see her back and the sensual and exaggerated sway of her hips, but I knew her face would be the same picture of excitement I’d seen when I’d finally said yes.The euphoria of cumming in Jill had slowly wound down and then I’d felt far more human and vulnerable as I retrieved my clothes and tucked my. Barely 40 minutes after she'd disappeared, the second 'ghost' of the night was entering my tent. I'd had a long day and was drowsy, almost asleep, when hands parted the flaps of my tent. By feel, I knew immediately that the Ghost of Christmas Present was Bigtits. She had a bit more 'junk in her trunk' than I'd found attractive in daylight but in the darkness of the tent she had all the sweetness of a nice, plump peach. Sinking my fingers into the softness of her huge tits while sucking on.