When it was over—thirteen minutes later—Fred collapsed on top of his wife, his energy spent."That was well-worth the wait," she purred in his ear....hey were ready for sleep and the day ahead.In the morning the couples rose in reverse order to their previous night's retiring. Maggie put on her bathrobe and started to cook some bacon and then began mixing pancake batter. Fred put on the coffee pot. He was wearing his swim trunks and a T-shirt. He didn't bring his Speedos. It promised to be another. Anyway, everybody went their own way after that. Nasrin kept a good eye on me for several days after that, suddenly showing up in the room every time I got near mom. I guess she was scared I’d tell anyway. After a few days she decided to calm down a little, so I decided to talk to her about it. So I asked her was dad was doing and she said, “Eating my pussy.” Well this kind of shocked me, so I asked, “You mean biting it?” Nasrin almost died laughing then and told me no, that eating was just an. When I finished I went to the bath room and cleaned myself up and went back to bed.I woke in the morning to the screams of Candice the younger sister calling Lidia a whore and a slut , saying that if she was going to fuck everything in sight to at least put a towel under her ass when she went to bed so the slime she leaked out wouldn't soil the sheets.This was the beginning and I found I could move her around like a maniquin and fuck her long and hard without bothering anyone. I always. She let out a moan only I could hear, which encouraged me further. I undid the fastening of her trousers and she lifted herself slightly as I pulled them down her legs and completely off along with her heels. She wore no socks or tights. I knelt close and pushed her legs apart again, savouring the view of her translucent lacy crotch; her pussy lips clearly defined against the tiny piece of damp gauzy fabric covering them. I started lightly kissing my way up her smooth warm thighs. Susanne was.