She assumed Samantha was dreaming about Chad again, or maybe a boy at school, and wanted to hear Sammie call out his name. In the next moment, she was...shaken to her core.Her little girl was on her bed, the covers thrown back, naked, with her legs spread wide, and her fingers rubbing her pussy. “Oh, yes!” Samantha moaned, “Lick my pussy, mommy!”Julie stopped. The world stopped. Samantha kept going.“Oh, mommy, yes! You lick my pussy so good!” Samantha spoke, grabbing a breast while plunging her. It was a Red Robin, in fact. Not a bad place, especially with the bottomless fries, but I still preferred the Tavern. Still, one wanted a break now and then, and this was one of those times. We were in a booth when this voice called out to us, and we naturally turned our heads, seeing, of all people, a tall, plump ginger who looked at Tyler as if he were a juicy burger himself. Tyler nearly froze like a deer in the headlights for a moment.“Joanna? Sis, what are you doing here?” Tyler reacted to. "Come get your milk, Santa."He didn't need even that much encouragement. Bells jingling, he crossed the two steps remaining between them and replaced her hand with his own."Mmm, Santa," she moaned as he kissed the upper swell of her breasts, each in turn. The beard's tickle sent a chill shooting up her spine and she moaned again.A hungry growl escaped him as he tugged down her bra, freeing her breasts. His kisses on her erect nipples caused her to gasp, arching her back and thrusting the firm. After a quick shave, I washed away the day's sweat and dirt. Back in a t-shirt and shorts, I fired up the outdoor fireplace, which doubled as a grill.I went back inside to grab a beer and a couple of hotdogs for dinner. Once they were cooked, I sat on the porch and ate my bachelor's meal while enjoying the sunset. When I was finished, I cleaned up my mess before propping open the gate. I decided on some hammock time while waiting to see if Sophie would show.As it got dark enough for the.