I licked at her nipple. "Kiss, Daddy. I like it when you kiss them." I obeyed. I kissed around her nipple with quick little smooches, then opened my l...ps to take it all in and gave it a loud, sucking, schmack! "Mmm. Now this one, Daddy." She leaned and twisted her upper body to allow access to her other breast, dry and waiting for my wet mouth. Her hand went from my tightening nut sack to my cock, not fully erect, but approaching that semi-flaccid rubbery thickness that is every bit as. What they were really fond of to do when they were together, like a ritual, is they'd visit all the places they used to hang out near the college they went to and see how things changed.So the next day, they drove the 30 minutes or so to go to the coffee shop they used to frequent. When they left the place, they saw someone in the parking lot they knew - it was John. John was someone that played football at the college when they lived there, and would probably always remain there looking. Both young ladies, were inverted and faced the others pretty young pussies. Which both were now well acquainted with. Mrs. Wilson's other daughter, Mary, was cuddling with her naked mother. A wide nipple still near her open mouth. Last night, Mary could not get enough of her mothers mature body and devoted her incestuous desires solely upon her mom. Kerry had slept cuddled with Virginia and was now sleeping soundly in the fetal position.Memories returned and the exhausted brunette shivered in. Even though Jen was looser than normal, I had to concentrate to prevent cumming too fast. As I fucked her I rubbed my hands over her legs, and it thrilled me to feel the runs in her stockings. Most of the runs were around her knees, and my cock got even harder as I imagined my wife on her knees with Ralph's cock in her mouth.The next morning, regret set in again. This time it hit both Jen and me. I woke up first and watched her sleep. I gently pulled the covers from her body. She was so.