.."Our lips touched. For a second, we just held each other in that position, and then our lips started to grind. Tongues dashed out only to collide wi...h one another, and then kissed and made up. I traced the undersides of her tongue, tickling the pink flesh until she gripped me harder. My daughter was no amateur either - she scratched every nook and cranny inside my mouth with her tongue, before swapping some of her sweet saliva with mine. We toyed around with the substance for some more time,. ’ ‘Anything we can do?’ asked Hazel. ‘Not really. I’m used to this. Just try to stay out of my way.’ I packed everything except the tent. ‘OK. Out we go.’ I had the tent down and strapped to my pack faster than I had ever done it before. ‘Off we go.’ I said. ‘Go where?’ asked Ann. ‘Off the moor and to my car. Then I’ll drive you to your hotel.’ ‘OK, but we were lost.’ ‘I wasn’t. I knew exactly where I was and I know now. We are going back by an easier but slightly longer route. You aren’t. Her complexion was dark, her cheekbones wide, her mouth a crimson slash across her jaw. Her eyes flashed under heavy lashes. Her cunt-bush was a wide jungle of tangled curls that spread over her pelvis. Her tits were heavy, yet firm, standing as if inflated and capped by huge, brown nipples. From her slender, silver-chained waist, her hips spread out generously and her legs were shapely and unblemished. Her ass was high and muscular, the sort of driving, churning ass that seemed to have been. We stepped back and she took inventory of my outfit. I did a twirl forher, allowing my dress to rise a bit. I reached down and lifted it upto show her my stockings."You wench!" she cried. "I just knew you'd wear those for him tonight. You must tell me everything and don't leave out a detail."I proceeded to recap the evening for her. We sat on the couch with aglass of wine. Again I purposely exposed the darker shade of mystockings as I curled my legs under me. When I got to the point where.