“Wow,” she muttered while she gathered up the cards once more. She glanced back over at Will with a coy smile while her hands executed a series of...flawless riffle shuffles.Didn’t she say she doesn’t play cards much? That looks pretty practiced to me. Is everything she says a lie?“We’ll start with Jillian this time,” said Laura, dealing the first card to the brunette. “It looks like this’ll be a heads up game since it’s just the two of you! How exciting!” She finished the deal, then burned the. They are both heavy breathing and kissing by the sound of it as the camera rolls on. I am just about to stop the clip as nothing has happened for a while, when the camera is moved, out of shot pictures whiz over the laptop of mom’s white basque.I am past myself when it finally focuses in, a close up of mom’s hairy fanny with her pink slit partly open, glistening with her love juice. Her slit is long and wet looking; dad uses two fingers to stretch her lips apart, getting a closer view on the. She parked her car right behind mine and got out and stood next to the trunk. My cock was noticeably huge in my jeans, but judging by her smile I don't think she minded a bit. "Hello," I said as I walked up to her, took her in my arms and gave her a long, slow passionate kiss. She was a delight to hold. Her tits pressed against my chest, and as our mouths opened and tongues played with each other her hips started grinding into mine. I dropped my left hand down to her crotch and slid a finger. She lingered over breakfast trying to recall the events of the previous day and especially the last night. Most of the details became vivid to her but almost all the night after returning from dinner was just a series of fuzzy flashes in which she seemed to see and feel some of the events of her sexual experience with her father. Something happened between the champagne toast in their suite after dinner and her intended good night kiss before going to her own bed. She tried to remember.