Without hesitation, you devour my wet pussy. Licking. Sucking. Darting your tongue in and out. Driving me fucking wild. You look up at me with that mi...chievous grin and bite my clit. Gently. I scream out with pleasure. I run my fingers through your hair. Grinding your face into my wet pussy. You happily indulge. You tear yourself away from my pussy and make your way to my mouth. Deep, wet, hot kisses. I can taste my pussy on your lips. On your tongue. Mmmm... I feel your hard cock, grinding me,. After that night, Bill left his daughters alone for a couple of days, consumed with guilt. But every day Candy's tits and Hayley's cunt were on display. Every day they would hug him and kiss him on the lips. He knew when the girls showered they would give him a hug afterwards, fully naked, before they dressed, even if he was still in bed, and he took to sleeping naked to increase the erotic thrill of these hugs. Finally, one morning when Candy came into his room, wet from her shower,. I felt tense and jittery, as if some unspoken rule had just been broken. I felt self-conscious standing there in nothing but my white hose.“Mom, have you seen my hairbrush?” she asked. Was that a slight crack in her voice? Was it just me again or were her eyes creeping down toward my body? Why was my heart beating faster?“Yes sweetie, I have it right here.” I chirped out. I grabbed the brush off of my vanity and held it out for her, again feeling nervous and planted to the spot. She slowly. Picking some pastel blue shirt with pink flowers and as there weren'tany pants in the box, decided to free ball it. The Shirt was loose inthe front, but I figured it was the best thing to wear.Looking into the other box, all I could was satin pink sheets. Groaning,I pulled the top sheet out as well as the pink comforter with pastelblue and yellow flowers. Under this, there was a pink blanket and a pinkfitted sheet. Pulling them out, I heard a thump when I set them on thefloor. Curious, I.