Her body motions were telling a different story. Does your pussy still taste sweet, muffin?, he questioned. Does Steve eat it as good as I do? Amiee s...id nothing. But her knees went up, feet on the mattress, thighs opened. Without a word he took his fingers out of her and moved down. He could feel Amiee moving, and with a glance he could make out the positioning of her hands and arms in the darkened bedroom. With her left hand she was pulling the slight overhang of her belly up, and with the. My word, I already knew that my ex-daughters could curse, but they hardly repeated themselves in several minutes of profanity as they turned the pages. If words could kill, I’d be stretched out on the floor stone dead by now.I left them some things to find out for themselves. As their meal ticket, the titles for their cars, the contracts for their smartphones, the lease of the city apartment, the credit cards, all their insurance, everything was in my name, and my name alone. Heck, after. Manjula remembered staring at Bhoomika’s chest, taking in the view of her hidden breasts, her lovely cleavage, and her faintly hard nipples. Manjula absentmindedly licked her lips, and, realizing she had done this, shook her head as if to shake that thought out of her mind. Only one more light, and then a quick left turn would see her home. Her hands gripped the wheel tight as she saw the light was still green, and she hoped to make it. She brought the car to a slow stop as the light turned. ..the pressures of the surrounding society. But I missed them. I missed them very much! I missed the feel of their young, hard cocks in my mouth; of my lips around the flaring ring of their glans; of the satiny smoothness of their buttocks; their thighs; their flat bellies---but most of all, I missed the emotional intensity of our encounters, and their load of warm, fresh, YOUNG cum, as it spurted into my eager, and waiting mouth; so that I could internalize that part of them after they had.