I started to change the pattern just to keep her on edge. I stop and let her cool a second while I got a small remote egg. Turning it on I started aga...n. She quickly neared climax again. I would hold it on her clit a second then move on, push into her puss just to feel the tightness and then the same one just to put pressure on her anus. Soon she climaxes again for me. I removed her hands now and attached then to the top bed posts and feet to the foot board, she had to stay leaning forward. My head leaned down to her mouth as she tilted her head back to look up at me. Their eyes remained open as they hesitated, only fractions defining the space between their lips. Both of them exhaled; the rhythm of their dance of desire permitting warm breath to mix becoming one within themselves. The presence of another body's warmth, the sweetness of a lovers breath caressed them. The driving intensity of their dance into shallow breaths. Awaiting final submission to there burning want.Energy. "Go ahead then," Heather said simply. Miranda gripped Heather's hand tightly and scanned the room one more time. People were chatting, laughing, reading...not noticing (or at least pretending not to notice) the two attractive women sitting together intimately in the corner. "Now." Finally, the floodgates burst. Miranda stiffened in her chair and pulled her panties more urgently against her clit. She gasped, and managed not to cry out, chewing on her knuckle instead. Heather pulled her close. Meanwhile, the dancing daughter had shed much of the extraneous coverings, leaving her with only the silky skirt veiled mini-thong and velvet bejeweled bra. She slowed her moves. Her hands disappeared behind her form. Her cocked arms signaled that the jeweled bra was about to depart the show. She processed forward, step-stop-step, closer to her star-struck prey. Ned’s cock almost ached, his eyes were glued to his dancing daughter’s alluring performance. His attending daughter thumbed the crown.