Come here and let me clean your pussy with my tongue.” Kate gives a squeal of delight and drops backwards on the bed, spreading her legs for her Dad... her pussy gaping.I’ve waited so long to see my husband make love to our children, and the sight of Paul tentatively, exploring the outer folds of Kate’s vulva starts my pussy juice flowing freely, wetting the bed covers. I sense that James, who sits beside me, fixes his gaze on Paul and Kate. I wonder if he and Kate have recently already explored. It so happened that after a few months, I was to travel to her town for a project. I was going to be in her town Mon-Thurs for at least a couple of months.Naturally, we planned to meet up.The second night that I was there, we decided to meet for drinks.And the chemistry was electric.She came straight from work too so we were both in formals, dressed to the occasion. We greeted each other with a hug; while she held me tightly, I could feel her warmth, her silky hair and her scintillating. By the time the girls showed up, I had one wall done and the second wall started with just a handful of bundles left. It never failed to arouse me seeing them walk naked across the beach. The were dragging bundles of reeds on a travois that they had rigged up. We used my pulleys to lift them up all at once to the hut and they helped me tie the bundles onto the walls. We were still short a door and though we had a large picture window and a couple smaller windows, there clearly wasn't enough. “Ezeta, no girl could ever be as gorgeous as you are, you’re amazing and you are young and beautiful cousin. I always wish my girlfriend will look half as lovely as you,” I sincerely said meaning everyone. Ezeta got excited and smiled. I guess that was what she wanted to hear.“Evans, that was syrupy compliment but you need to understand this is wrong. I know there are so many beautiful women would want you, but you do understand I am your cousin.”Her words were little preachy but her voice was.