At that time it was a community sport to guess which townsman each of the offspring looked like. Betsy’s mother delivered her as the oldest child wh...n she was age fourteen. She had several more, again with uncertain certain paternity, before preventive surgery was available. This family line was rather matriarchal so technicalities like paternity didn’t matter much to them.There was apparently a dominant genetic trait for the females to have an overpowering urge to breed. Betsy was true to. " I instructed.She opened her legs wide and spread open her knickers revealing her little near hairless cunt... err Koochie."Open it wider please." I asked.She pulled open her pussy lips revealing that sweet, sweet pink flesh. There was no sign a hymen, not that I could recognize one if she had one. I was looking at a normal, pretty, delicate, totally fuck-able tight twat."How did you loose you virginity ? Was it riding horses?" I asked.She looked up at me with fear in her eye's."Don't worry.". . as my wife simply watched.“I’m abut to do things to Mia” I said, using a strong, committed tone, “that I’ve only dreamed of doing to you.”With those words, I leaned down and gave Mia’s splayed pussy and long, slow lick that had her moaning out in extasy. I repeated this until she was close to cumming and then stopped, raised my head, leaned over to Mia’s face. “Suck my tongue, bitch.” I ordered. Mia opened her mouth and sucked my tongue, tasting her own pre-climax juices. My wife’s face was. He could see now that there was a slight strip of blondish hair above her slit, and he noticed that the crotch of her panties was soaked through and stuck to her.As the panties came free he raised his eyes to Brenda's, and could see the lust in her face. Her eyes were hooded, the eyelids half closed, and her mouth lay open as she breathed deeply. He reached over and pulled the wisp of fabric off of her left foot, and left it hanging from her right ankle. He stood for just a moment and removed.