I picked it up only to find that both ends were dripping wet. This just made my cock go wild. My two hot daughters fuck each other... or that’s what...I assume. I couldn’t resist the temptation, I smelled both ends of the dildo... it smelled just like pussy... tight wet pussy that I wanted to bury my cock inside of. I put the dildo back where I found it and went downstairs into the living room. In my cabinet I had a huge arsenal of porn that my wife and I look at before we have a fuck-fest. I’d like to see the living quarters of Mary, Queen of Scots.”“Then we will need to hop back on the bus after we tour Edinburgh Castle and head over to Holyrood Palace. That’s where her chambers are located,” Grace explained.“You know, if this COO gig at Stewart Enterprises doesn’t work out for you, you’d make an excellent tour guide,” Mac teased.Grace laughed. “Just out of curiosity, what do you find so fascinating about Mary, Queen of Scots?” she asked.“Besides the red hair? I’ve done a little. If only my personal life could be as successful as my army life. I was musing on that fact when I next rang home and spoke to my mother, a few days after the sergeants mess dance."You know what them bastards 'ave been an gorn and done?" My mother shouted as soon as I started to speak. She answered her own question, which was just as well as I hadn't a clue what she was going on about. (gorn = East London pronunciation of 'gone')"They've only been an gorn and kicked the poor cow out'er 'ouse,. She pulled out her arm from under my head and was moving upwards against my back. Soon after, she had rolled over me and was now lying in front of my. We were facing each other. She stuck her head in between my bound arms and hugged me, pushing one of her legs in between my thighs, so that it touched me “down there”. Then she grabbed me very tightly. I got wet at the front, as her wet clothing was touching mine. We lay in a puddle of liquid that was still nice and warm. Her face was very close.