“What about the long-term third?”“We’ll see, but Suzanne seems like the perfect candidate - she has no desire to marry or have kids.”“And ...he’s a true convert to the ‘Church of Steve’!”Jessica moaned again and I felt wonderful ripples along my shaft.“True,” I agreed. “How is Kara?”“Fine. We talked yesterday, and she’s expecting us to call tonight.”“We should do that now,” I teased.“You move from this bed before I’m done with you, and you’ll be talking two octaves higher!” she growled.“After. Place is a little untidy He ran his fingers through his wet hair. I suddenly remembered how wet we both were. Daves t-shirt was sticking to his back, defining his muscles perfectly, his trousers heavy with water. I swept my own hair back off my face, spraying the carpet with droplets. Awkwardly Dave moved past me, quietly saying Ill get you some dry clothes. He peeled off his sopping t-shirt, and rummaged through his open wardrobe, knocking things out of the way. I stood in the centre of his. Mum raised her mouth off the moaning girls quim“Fu… fuck me …please fuck your slut mother” Mum dropped her tongue back onto the humping pussy. Cathy was fucking her mum’s face as the tongue did its work. I slowly slid my cock fully into mum’s pussy. I heard a muffled moan coming from between Cathy’s legs. I closed my eyes and started to slide my cock in and out of mum’s grasping silky walls. I could feel mum push back to meet my thrusts, her cunt muscles tightening around my throbbing flesh as. Then,as I swung my legs over to get out of bed, I furtively checked betweenthem. There was no doubt what the wizard's clock had done. I was afifteen-year-old girl, just like Heather. In fact, exactly like Heather,if her comment about identical twins was now correct.Convinced I was all right, she had gone back to the dresser and wastossing clothes onto the bed. "Let's wear pink today. I think the guysreally like the sweaters. Hey! You're supposed to get done in thebathroom while I'm doing this..