The white lace that trimmed the skirt tickled my bare leg. “Are you submissive to Master?” “Yes, miss,” she said quietly looking down at me. �...�Can I make you submissive to me?” I asked as we continued using our hushed tones. “Yes, miss.” “Show me your pussy,” I leaned forward and my head was directly in line with her breasts. I could smell the body wash she had used that morning and inhaled the sweet fragrance. I watched as her hands lifted her tiny black skirt and then pushed down the white. “Same question Erin, can I talk to you?” James asked.“No, you cannot. I wrote you off when you blamed me for the death of our son and then left me. That’s why I divorced you. Fuck you.” Erin finished with her voice as close to a scream as she could get.“Relax Erin.” I looked at my two wives. “Lynn, the cat is out of the bag. Let’s take the kids home and talk about this. Erin, if you want to talk to this guy, get his phone number and you can call him after we talk.”“Kids?” James asked.“Yes,. Now that hadn’t been an emotion I had considered having to control until after I had lurched forward at Jennifer and nearly bumped my head into hers. My embarrassment wasn’t from the fact I had been clumsy, but from the way it could have appeared to have been sexually motivated to her father.Mr. Corrigan was very warm and friendly, however, and naturally had seen it exactly as it had been - as an accident. I appreciated his attempt at humor with his line, “falling for my daughter, are you?” I. I was still taking pictures constantly. Finally Pamela and Nicole were locked in a very passionate sixty-nine embrace.I couldn’t get over what Pamela had said about them having the same body. I kept wondering if in my subconscious I had been fucking my daughter in my mind while I was actually fucking Pamela.After a while Pamela turned Nicole onto her back and got between her legs inviting me to fuck her from behind. How could I resist? So as I slipped my extremely hard cock into Pamela’s very.