When I went into the parlor and asked the big question her dad ( Jeff) said it was okay with him, but carol said your not the type we were expecting. ...he told us that I was to stay for a period of time while she decided. we adjurned to the dinner table where we had a big feast ,followed by wine in the parlor . we were informed that me and Janine wouldn't be sleeping together that the guys would share a room and the gals would share the other room. We all went to our rooms and as Jeff and me. I trembled and then bucked beneath my daughter. I exploded in rapture.“Nancy!” I gasped.“Oh, fuck, Mommy!” she groaned.Her spicy juices gushed out into my mouth. We trembled through our incestuous orgasm together. The depraved lust we shared boiled out of the other's pussy. I drank her cream, reveling in that wonderful flavor.Waves of delight washed out of my cunt and swept over my mind. My daughter lapped up the cream flowing out of me while she squirmed atop me. Our passion echoed throughout. I displayed my strapon and talked about pegging my husband and fucking my female lovers. I talked about spanking and mock bondage and dressing as a Naughty Nun and a Catholic Schoolgirl. And I told them about how much more sex I was having with my husband now than we had during the lost years. Barbie and I had compiled a list of kinky sexual practices that men are often afraid to tell their wives about. I mentioned all of them, knowing that my statements would be correlated with the results of. It turns out we both were bi and agreed that we each were attracted to each other even though he was much younger than me 25 years younger to be exact. We went inside to figure out the sleeping arrangements and rinse of in the shower from the humidy and to be honest frankly we were drunk needed to sober up a little. It turns out I only had the king size bed and a pull out couch in the other room but no sheets for the pull out. We both were ok with sharing the bed for the night and would figure.