“Jackie,” she motioned with her hand. She went to her side, seeing her eyes covered in lust. Adele took her daughter’s hand in hers. “I feel e...barrassed to ask this ... but would you ... would you eat my pussy?” She felt her cheeks warm from her incestual desire.Jackie didn’t have to answer. A hand to Rita’s shoulder and she surrendered her time with Adele. She couldn’t take her eyes off her daughter as she made herself comfortable on the double lounger.Jackie gazed at her pussy, glistening wet. Ms. Perfect Patty. Uke player. Math teacher. Catholic. Looking for a relationship. Of course he should want to meet this Patty.If they did get together -- in my mind, anyway -- they’d be lovers, Wedding with acres of flowers. A dozen bridesmaids. Three babies.I daydreamed in algebra class of Mr. Rampton unhooking my bra while I did the quadratic equation, his hand on my thigh as I substituted x’s for y’s. As penalty for losing a square root sign, he’d get me naked on his desk.But I needed to be. I rolled over with her in my arms, her now on top again. She pushed the purple dick further in her butt as she moaned loudly and bit her bottom lip as it went in. I squeezed her butt cheeks as she came back down to make out with me. I pulled the purple dick in and out as she massaged my balls lightly, she moved back and forth as we continued. She was now hot pink and so plush against my skin.She pulled the purple vibrator from my hands and then with a very audible pop, like when it was taken. " I hobbled painfully to the typical hole in the marble floor type toilet. An underground stream flushed system ensuring there was no smell even though the holes were quite close together and the girls had to squat almost shoulder to shoulder. I squatted with difficulty. "They don't supply paper," Ettie told me, "We have to use the bidets and the air dryers." That at least seemed more hygienic than the paper method and having warm air blowing through my sparse pubic hair was a very pleasant.