It probably wasn’t necessary, but I didn’t take any chances. Just before coming back from the kitchen with a cold beer for Josh, I ran my hand int... my (surprise!) dripping pussy and painted the glass rim with my secretions. Nothing like the smell of a horny twat to get a guy’s engine in gear. I had prepared for this evening by wearing a short but not too tight skirt, a frilly blouse, and no panties. Of course I didn’t expect a really nice boy like Josh would have his hands up between my legs as. Our eyes met briefly as she sipped from the high-ball glass in her hand; such dark, alluring eyes. She crossed her legs, the short skirt riding up enough for me to catch a glimpse of the tight white panties underneath. Her feet were covered by strappy, high heeled shoes. Her toes were painted a lovely shade of deep red. I stared at them for far longer than I should."Dan!" A hand slapped in my shoulder and I turned to see Ben looming over me. His grin was huge and happy, his hair a little greyer. It only took a few seconds of Mum's expert fingering to get the little slut off. Becky planted her feet on the floor, raised her ass up and gyrated her hips wildly. After coming she settled back down on the floor with her legs still spread wide and continued moaning softly. She had missed a big drop of cum that had landed on her chest and Mum licked it up.Becky lifted her head to watch and protested softly, "That's my sperm."Mum, now aware of what a cum-loving slut she had for a daughter, moved. “And I think you need to listen to him. I know you want to be here and I want you to be here, but it’s more important that you beat this thing. That’s what I want. That’s what Red wants. We both love you, Peaches. You should listen to him.”“This sucks, Yankee. It’s your happy day and I want to see it.”“I know you do, but we’re going to have the ceremony videotaped, so that’s an option. I want you around for a long time. Talk it over with your man, and you two decide. My opinion is that he’s.