By 9:30, everyone was hearing the momentous news: a scoop type extraction. Everyone who wanted to go was going immediately, without the usual "cattle ...all". The sorting out of which concubine belonged to which sponsor would be done in orbit. A quick poll determined that everyone present definitely wanted to go.As a squad of Marines came marching down the footpath from the visitors' parking lot, the cry rose: "We need to celebrate!" By the time the Marines were actually able to identify. That was more than enough to thrill me, but of course, they still had the incest thing working for them.Faith only seemed to get fueled to make herself go further and woo me like nothing else. I felt her clench up her pussy, too, so she intensified everything for me as a good daughter should. I didn't see her that way an hour before, but she proved to be a great daughter."Do you like my twat, Daddy? Do you like feeling it on your cock?" Yes, Faith, now kiss your sister again."They both pasted. Cindy found a tight, thin, pull-over. Cindy also put on the highest set of heels she owned, to show off her long legs and tight ass. Stacy had to settle for sandals because she didn't bring any high heels for the sleepover.“Ready, whore?” Cindy asked.“Just a second, you are not slutty enough.” Stacy walked over to Cindy and pulled her skirt up higher on her hips, rolling down the top. The material barley covered her ass now. She did the same to her own skirt. She twirled around and the skirt. It wasn’t really a sexual experience at all, but there was a whole lot of intimacy to it.The rain poured down on all of them, soaking the women’s blouses completely. White cloth became transparent and will couldn’t help but look at the two pairs of swinging breasts right in front of his face. Bella’s were considerably bigger, and her darker, deep red nipples showed right through the thick weave of her peasant blouse. Belita’s weren’t nearly as big, but they weren’t small either. Next to most.