And that was when she found out about what had been going on in Becky’s house for nearly as long as she could remember. At first this had made them ...hink the odd behavior on her father’s part was that he tried to hide it, instead of trying to explain that all little girls enjoyed drinking up their daddy’s cream. And that the only reason she hadn’t started to learn how was because her mother had divorced her father when she was too young to remember the break up, but it would have been her. She noticed my sisters and moved away to give us some privacy. She got stopped by a table of women, all of them older, wearing clothes that were too tight, meant for women twenty years younger. It wasn't one of her tables, but they yelled at her about their order anyway, real snotty like.Dad hadn't noticed, he was too busy drinking and staring at some coeds at a big table near our booth. To be honest, I couldn't blame him. They were hot, all of them in halter or crop tops, and wearing shorts.. Peter and I did not know them.I looked and saw my wife climbing out of the boat with a towel around her waist; she was still wearing her tiny bikini top. The first guy coming to us showed his fist to Peter, saying he would kick his ass. But Peter was a huge nigger, so he stood up and said he was not kicking anybody. He laughed at the young guy, saying he would take another beer and even would fuck his lady friend there in that boat…Peter then called my wife; she run over him and he hugged. Having my own personal pussy-eater on call will make me feel like a queen."I moved lower until I was gawking at her brushed-up beaver. It smelled of sandalwood, one of my favorite scents. I had seen cunny performed in porno, so I knew there was a lot of tongue action involved. I started licking everything in search of her clitoris. The tender nub was hidden by her fluffy bush, but my tongue soon took out the fluff and left it exposed at the top of her slit."My clit is very sensitive. Run the.