With my tongue, I lick and gather Mom's juices starting from about 4 inches below her asshole up to her small pussy lips. I don't get it all, but I d... get most of it. Mom moans. I do the same long lick to avoid losing any to the blanket. When I reach the pussy lips again I suck them gently and enjoy the juices running out of Mom's crack down to the lips. My tongue then splits the pussy mounds slightly and I begin to suck the thick river of her juices. My tongue extends out and I slide up. Your Mom and I trust you, her more than me. Go off, meet us back here at the fountain at ... well, noon, and we'll see about lunch. Kevin, assume I can see you with my daughter at all times." Yes Sir!" Dad!"With a grin, before Nitya's indignant protest could lead to delays, Kevin dragged her off. Her slender body offered almost no resistance, legs struggling to keep up as he moved them around a few larger groups of park goers. Vicky's body was solid, strong. Able to hold its own, at least for a. It’s rather put me off getting into anything serious.’ ‘Oh yes? Bracegirdle Hall you say?’ she said. ‘I was two years behind you in Hall, I remember you playing at the folk evenings. Do I know her? I was there four years.’ ‘Don’t know,’ I said. ‘Her name was Penelope.’ ‘Not Penelope Roasburie?’ ‘The same.’ ‘She arrived the year I left. Unusual name, that’s why I remember her. She let you down?’ ‘She cheated – went with someone else. I found out shortly after we got engaged, she broke it off by. Her response: "If I were Judith and you Holofernes, I would cut off your head for impertinence!" A rather drastic remedy, I thought.Rather than cutting off my head, she filled it with a cultural education of sorts. We haunted foreign film festivals, viewed the works of Bresson ("Le Filou"), Carné, Eisenstein, Buñuel, Fritz Lang. She assigned me books to read, and we discussed Goethe, Stendhal, and Balzac. We talked far into the night, and sometimes fell asleep in each other's.