When we get back to the cabin we are in for a surprise. There is a pile of clothing sitting on the table. Rich colors and soft fabrics. Godiva had bee... here. I spend a minute or two just being stunned by the amount that is there."How did she do all this?" I look over a Nimrod.He merely gives me an indulgent grin. "Most likely she adjust these to fit you. She has always been a very talented seamstress. That and she has access to a sewing machine. Now hurry up and change, you have a dinner to go. My nose rubbed on her clit, my every inhalation full of her wicked scent.Such an intoxicating thrill ran through me as I cleansed my daughter, helping her perform for her client. She squeezed her thighs about my head, grinding her hot snatch against me like a wanton slut, so eager for her orgasm.My cunt itched to be touched, to be stroked. I ignored it, concentrating on the performance.My tongue probed into Leyla’s silky cunt, finding more of the principal’s cum to devour. My tongue teased my. She started to moan ever so softly. He lifted her leg just enough so that it was propped on his hip. She couldn’t resist anymore and wanted him to touch her and feel how wet she was. She placed her hand on his and moved his hand exactly where she wanted it. She was so wet that he easily slid his fingers in and out ever so slowly. She clenched her teeth and stared into his eyes. The eye contact was intense and nothing like she’d experienced with anyone, ever. “Damn, you are so fucking wet,” he. He started moving his hands all over my body. I got really horny and wet. I was still dancing with the beat. He then moved my t-shirt up to my chest and grabbed my boobs over the bra. He started pressing them and I was enjoying it a lot.Then he moved his right hand into my pants, his left hand was pressing my boobs. His right hand reached my pussy and he rubbed it for some time. He didn’t know that I was a virgin as he was just rubbing my clits. Soon, I felt wet down there due to my hungry.