I leaned over and picked it up in one hand wondering to whom it belonged, my daughter or Lori?Yes, I could have handled this differently. What if I ha... retreated at the initial sight in my living room and then come back into my home as soon as I guessed they were finished? What if I had waited until later, when I was alone with my daughter, and then spoken to her as only her mother can? I would have gotten replies then, not my daughter screaming at me and telling me she hated me.I sighed at the. Those are not very interesting to me. I like the ones that are artistically represented by a well-known woman artist, resembling some kinds of flowers. Orchids seem to look like the delicate parts of a woman’s welcoming place.The woman who owned the first pussy I ever experienced wasn’t the prettiest, didn’t have the biggest tits, but set a lifetime standard for me. Melanie was my brother’s girlfriend at the time and he convinced her, rather easily as I look back, to take my cherry. That first. Mom pushed me off as she gulped for air. "Whew! That was wonderful." She said, smiling up at me as she reached around my hips and cupped my ass in her hands."Gosh, mom! How did you...? I can't believe you actually swallowed me like that." I gasped."Come down here, baby." She pulled me down beside her.She kissed my mouth, opening hers and licking my lips to gain entrance to my mouth, then she licked my teeth and wrestled her tongue with mine, not taking her hand off my cock. My hands wandered. After that she didn't know what happened for a few seconds, surrendering totally to the throbbing, feathery aftershocks of this tumultuous climax, hearing Brad's breath chuffing in her ear until it returned to a semblance of normal and he began to push himself up and extract his wilting cock from her tight anal orifice. Laura shook herself back to consciousness as she felt him climb off her back. Her asshole was still tingling and fluttering a little from the invasion. She could, it seemed to.