They were dancing close, even with the heels James towered over her. She had her hands on his shoulders and was looking up into his eyes. His hands ha... slid down to her ass and the longer they danced the harder he was pulling her towards him. A woman who James had introduced me to earlier sat down and we started making casual conversation, the whole time, I couldn't take my eyes off of the two of them dancing.After being entranced by them, I turned my attention to the woman I was talking to and. I didn't mind. I was always happy to eat her to an orgasm and swallow her sweet nectar. Seeing her mother climax sent June over the edge and I found that her orgasms were just as wet and just as loud as her mother's as she flooded my pubic hair with her female ejaculate. She quickly got off and dropped her head over my cock, cleaning it spotless. Her mother joined her and licked at my soaked pubes. I wasn't far behind when I blasted what felt like a gallon of cum into my daughter's tight. ”“I’m sure I will,” Liz said.“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” I said. “It sort of slipped my mind with everything else.”“Everything else?” Sarah asked, looking between Liz and me.I was about to tell Sarah it was none of her business when Liz slipped her arm around my waist. Just as she had done the night before, she turned my lips until she kissed me.Even if the kiss didn’t feel wonderful, the look on Sarah’s face would have made it worthwhile. Her mouth had dropped and her eyes were wide. Her. But a year later we were married, I don't think I ever really loved her, like I loved Becky. I was extremely fond of her, we had two lovely children in quick succession and by the time I was thirty-two I was a happily married father, with a nice little semi.My two daughters we named Anna Otterley Garner and Carol Otterley Garner. Why the Otterley? Well I just happened to like the name. I had always wanted to have a daughter named Otterley, but Sheila wasn't too keen on the idea. But then again.