She resumed watching after she was able to get her strength up, enough to kneel on her knees. By that time, her husband was pounding their daughter…...full throttle.Over the next fifteen minutes, or so, Don changed his stance a few times, but made Emily stay in her ‘doggie’ position. Again, her body rallied against her and he made her cum. Linda was pleased to reach the point that she now had her entire fist inside her cunt. It was a little painful, but she would do it again and again until it. I held her knees with my hands and tucked my head into her crotch, face first into her slit as fast as I could. Then I looked at her and said, "TLC?"She looked down and said, "If you can say it, you're not doing it."I started running my tongue up and down on those engorged lower lips. They were dry at first, but soon grew slick, at first from my saliva and then from her own juices. She began to taste sweet and creamy, with a hint of sea food. A delicious woman taste. Soon my lips found her. He reached his rippling arm over me and reclined my seat. his breath was sweet with the aroma of women and ice cream. He slipped his hand between my legs and began massaging my pussy over my silky panties. I pulled my skirt up over my hips and around my waist. Then I slipped off my heels and tried to relax. He told me to slide up on the seat. He slid my pink-fringed panties down from under my skirt. Then he reclined his seat and he took my right leg and lifted it up over his head positioning. It was a warmday for so late in the year. The streets were lined with cheering crowds.As I gained further awareness and sensation, I realized that I wasn'tbehind the wheel of the Lincoln, but I was in the car; who had I landedin? Was I "in" JFK? No, I was on the left side of the car, behind thedriver....sitting immediately behind Greer was Nellie Connally, wife ofthe Governor of Texas, and in the rear left seat was the First Lady. Ilooked down at my lap...and saw a pink skirt.My God.I was in.