I took my lips away from her beautiful tits and began kissing her mouth, my tongue probing her gently. “Hold on a second.” She said. I pulled away... worrying I had done something wrong. Maybe we were going too fast, I had been so caught up in the moment, I hadn’t thought about what fucking her would mean. It felt really good and it felt okay. She walked over to her closet and opened it. Retrieving a small item I couldn’t recognize. When she laid on the bed next to me, I could see it better. A. "She tripped over to the door of the small cottage as he led his horse into an even smaller shed across the yard.Slowly, she opened the door and peered inside. Somehow, it was just as she had expected. Not neat and tidy, like a woman's hut, but not a pig sty either. It was rather stark and bare, as if he had just moved there and hadn't had time to fill it with his own things. As she waited for him, she saw that there were a few embers in the fireplace so she put some more wood into the. My cock begins to stir without the aid of a little blue pill. I feel her hair slowly sweep down my back as she moves her ass down to my calves and then massages my lower back and then my ass. She moves her ass off me now and massages my thighs and then my calves."Roll over, your highness." She can never resist a dig."Yes, your lowness." It is an old joke, from the time when we smoked pot together and hell yes, we both inhaled. I roll onto my back and the Official Penis Of The President is on. “Me too dear,” I said, smiling.Melora cleaned herself up. We showered together, and then had breakfast downstairs with Helena. Helena knew I had been fucking her daughter. She had sent her to me.But there was no awkwardness between the three of us. It all seemed quite natural.The next few weeks were wonderful. I would have Melora, my beautiful, busty young girl one night, and Helena, my busty MILF slut the next. I had the best of both worlds with these two.. One would be my companion for the.