She felt Lucy reached in back andthen a finger at her anus opening. Soon it was shovedin as she moaned from the excitement.“I always thought she...was a tight ass,” announced Lucy,“but I guess I was wrong. You can drive a truck up thisasshole. Why don’t we take her to the bathroom Melissa?You know what I like to do too our new slaves.”“Why not,” agreed Melissa, removing her hand anddemanding Joan get up.Joan had seen things there and didn’t want to. And then I knelt right over my s****r’s face, right behind my mother. Looking down I could see Amy lapping away at mom’s clit, the slick, open entrance to mom’s vagina invitingly exposed and vulnerable. ‘I’m coming in,’ I said, suddenly plunging my cock inside my mother ‘Oh God, Jimmy, look at you!’ Amy hissed. ‘You’re fucking mom.’ Amy’s face was inches away from the torrid sight. And she now took advantage of the proximity by starting to lick my balls, dangling right over her face, then. Saturday afternoon, I took my girls to the Westerly, accompanied by my cousin Betty. Three-fifty came and went; I was walking around with the girls, who seemed a tad bewildered, looking at the shops and grabbing a very late-afternoon (to my mind) Baskin-Robbins cone.As we walked around the small pavilion, I noticed a woman roughly matching Tammie's description. We approached her cautiously."Carlie?" I said.She turned to face me, then focused on the girls, and back to me. She held out a hand.. He drops the bag on the floor and trains the gun on her chest. She inhales. ‘I always like to call before I pop in.’ He shuts the door with his foot and drops all the blinds on her windows, shoves one open while muttering something about wanting a breeze. ‘You expecting anyone?’ ‘No.’ ‘Don’t be lying, did your lip just twitch a bit?’ ‘Fuck you,’ she says. She steps back, bumps into the back of her black suede love seat. His eyes dart to her hands. ‘Where is he?’ ‘Who?’ ‘That’s the thing, Mira,.