After tasting the sticky mixture of blueberry, sugar, and girl juice that now coated her hand, Samantha fed the rest to Kelly, and was just about to b...nd down to really get to work when the doorbell rang again.“Don’t move a muscle,” Samantha ordered in a very serious tone, holding up one finger for emphasis. At the door was Janice, who Samantha immediately took by the arm and led to the kitchen. There she saw Kelly Ann sitting obediently on the counter, top down around her stomach, skirt hiked. " Mary stood in front of him and her dad began touching her tits. He rubbed them and pinched on the nipples. He told her "Your tits are looking so good. I love rubbing them. I am going to kiss them but first. Now Mary, are you wearing panties?" Mary again smiled and replied "No daddy. You don't like me to wear panties." Her dad told her then lift your skirt and show daddy." Mary raised her skirt and her pussy was naked. Her dad then said "Spread your legs and show daddy that nice bald pussy.. " A slow breath, then: "my son is playing with my naked titties." "Good. Now ask me to let you play with them."Mother stared past me, and quietly started to repeat my words. I held up my hand. "No. Loudly, please." Please, Don, may I play with my own titties? May I excite them for you?" I reckoned I'd won, but wasn't ready for her to touch herself yet. "In a moment. First, bend over the arm of the chair. I want to see that wanton bum of yours."She turned and did as ordered - her plump buttocks. At the weekend Cindy always checked the internet for new humiliating pictures of herself and usually she found more than enough to last her through the weekend. However she craved more. So one day she decided to open her own blog in which she wrote, in a make-shift disguise that was easy to spot about her. Being horny and fantasizing about even more extreme things she posted her wet dreams. And once she thought she’d made bait big enough for the girls she sent a link to her blog making them.