I made a stifled greeting to her and went to my locker.“Well?” A voice said from behind me.I turned round to find Mike standing behind me, a curio...s look on his face.“Well what?” I replied, feeling very confused.“What is your response?” Mike added. I stood there confused. “You know… Claire… COWMA…” Mike added further.“Oh..!” I looked around “Ok, you gotta promise me you won’t tell anyone this…” Mike nodded - a grin on his face. “I promise” He added. “Ok… I would say A” I exclaimed. Mike began. “This!” I hissed, holding out my phone and playing the video my daughter made last night. Kimmy appeared on screen, straddling him. You could hear her moan as he took her cherry. “You fucked your daughter last night.”“Shit,” he groaned, the evidence as clear as day as Kimmy rode his dick, moaning and gasping, her little titties jiggling. Leyla had done a wonderful job filming.“It would be a shame if your wife saw this,” I said. “She'd destroy you in divorce court if she didn't have you arrested. " All motion stopped as more and more of her thick, slipperyjuice bathed my mouth and chin. Her hands relaxed on my headand she moaned softly , "I love you even more or making me feellike this. I'm sure I'll want to do this again - if you wantto?" Responding to her question, I nuzzled my mouth between hersticky pussy lips and sucked hard on her still stiff sex button. In just a minute or two I felt her weight sagging onto myhands. With my head under her gown, I slid out of the. Both friends had agreed that showing up in something tacky and home-madewould be right out, as both Samantha and plenty of other eligible youngwomen would be there and watching very critically.Besides, neither boy wanted to feel out of place this time. But on theother hand, they also both wanted to be unique, find some costumes thatblew everyone away by their originality (and if finances permitted,quality). They had spent quite some time asking friends and family, andeven posting a bit online.