“You are truly beautiful my little pet,” my master says in awe, as footsteps approach, “Only one piece is left, words cannot express how much I ...esire you in this moment”.I can hear the unmistakable sound of zippers being lowered. I long to feel what I know as been set free. Pushing back, I feel my master’s hard cock. Unimaginable desire racks my body.Pushing forward slightly, he denies me the feel of him. I try to push back again. I whimper and croon for him as I keep trying to feel the hard. Not thinking that it would really do any good, I turned it on low and simply nestled it between my legs as I continued reading. The quiet hum of the vibrator distracted me from my reading some; and I put the book aside and adjusted my position so I was laying on my side. The tip of the vibrator had shifted as I moved and was just barely nestled between my kitty lips. I moaned quietly as it teased my clit, I could feel a warmth spread from my belly downward and desperate for release I grabbed. Almost always once my tongue found its target she would shudder and scream through the first of what always seemed to be an endless procession orgasms. As I lay there, those glorious pictorial memories filled my mind with the images of the of Paula, the original Paula, the one I loved more than twenty-five years ago, her mother. This morning I knew in a second that the beauty I had just met was little more than a clone of the original. This Paula could be none other than the child of my first. I think Kim and I stayed there, laid out on our backs, legs apart, cum dripping out of our over used pussies for a good hour, before we could even help each other up. I thought about hopping into the pond to rise off, but that would take to much energy, so I just got my shirt and shorts and put them on. Having a white t-shirt out in the rain is maybe not the smartest thing, because the instant it gets wet – it is see through. Both myself and Kim in see through tops, and as we started to walk.