Oohhhhhhh mmmmmaaaaaaaa. Without noticing her moan I kept my tongue in and out touching the inner ring. She was shivering and wanted to fold her legs ...oward belly but my grips on her ass prevent her doing that. She was discharging too much juices which were dropping through the space left between tongue and cunt. I wanted to enter my throbbing cock right away but I restraint my control for night only. I virtually lifted Sillu with my hands and sat on the sofa embracing and kissing. She too was. ." you said.Open up, for now, let us see how it fits in your mouth. You looked over at me, straight in my eyes, when you took him in your mouth. I looked back, realised my mouth was half open, and my dick, well, it screamed to "join the party".Again I got confused. I should be disgusted, but somehow I was not. And I wondered what next.While you sucked the elder one, the "younger one", got undressed to. The scene was disturbing, you, my 40 year old, beautiful wife, on your knees, surrounded by. However, all we ever did was kiss a little bit and he touched my boobs once. So many other girls are having sex. I want to be one of them. I want to know what it feels like. I want to know what the big deal is. Am I not pretty enough to be fucked?” She asked.“Of course you are,” I answered almost automatically. “Any boy in his right mind would be stupid not to want to touch you.”“Really?” She questioned, scooting herself closer.“Yes really.” I reassured the girl, not knowing exactly what. Brad automatically got in the back seat behind Scott. Abby joined him in the rear.“Is the Coffee Cup alright with you Brad?”“Sure is Mr. Kendall, it’s on the way to my home.”Abby sat on the middle seat, did up her seat belt and cuddled into Brad’s side. They tried to hide holding hands from her Dad as he drove to the Coffee Cup, and then she put his hand on her lap.Scott would take several glances in the rear-view mirror looking at Brad and Abby, silently smile seeing them looking at each.