Then I returned to the computer. I opened up the folder with Beth’s pictures – I had made a slide show out of the collection, editing, cropping an... enhancing where needed. I used a bunch of tricks to let the viewer move around Beth’s body, zooming in on different parts of her as my mood set the pace. I started the show and we sat back to watch. I asked Beth if she wanted anything to drink; I said I had wine. She looked skeptical, saying it’s early. But I reminded her that we are already. Completely spent, I rolled off to one side. She nestled in the crook of my arm, her lips only inches from my breast. I could feel her hot breath on me when she said, "Thank you Dr. Ames. Jane said she thought you would be good. I don't think she knew just how good you would be."Oh shit! What have I done? This wasn't Jane but rather her younger sister, Etta. I thought I was repaying a debt. Oh well, I can't take it back now, or could I? I was so exhausted I fell asleep, mulling this question. Then she lay on the couch and told Mariel to come sit on her face, my spunk soon ran from daughter to mother, who lapped at it greedily.Mariels Mum was lying on her back and beckoned to me whilst opening her legs wide.I quickly kneeled betweeh her thighs and started to tongue her pussy and arsehole (something that she particularly liked). Within minutes I was hard again, I put the double plunger on which was a device that Mariels Mum really liked. It fitted around the base of my dick which in. As the kiss became deeper and more passionate her hand dropped off the side of the bed and up against my hard cock. She began to stroke me through my pants. She kissed harder and moaned into my mouth. Finally, we broke the kiss and I reminded her there was still more left to the massage. She gave a pouty look which made me smile.I moved to the foot of the bed and began rubbing her feet. I stroked each one of them hard and steady feeling the muscles relax as they were touched. I knew this.