"Now I want you to take off your clothes Kate. Start with that cute little top of yours."A glimmer of my dignity still wanted me to resist. But I knew...that I had no choice but to obey. I lifted my spandex shirt over my head and let it drop to the floor."Very nice, but didn't I tell you not to wear any bra," he said slyly. "It won't matter soon. Now take those tight jeans off."Those words sent chills thru my body. I didn't really understand if it was fear or excitement that I felt. I bent over. .. Oh, yes! Garnet! Oh, you little slut!”I loved how my new wife shuddered as my daughter ate her. Garnet feasted with such a wild hunger. She wiggled her hips from the side. Cum and juices ran down my daughter's thighs. Her shaved pussy looked so fuckable, her pink lips slightly parted, her clit hard.Tamara grabbed Garnet's blonde hair. Tamara held my daughter to her pussy, grinding her pussy on her. She gasped and moaned, her face twisting with pleasure. Her breasts jiggled. Her legs. Kelly tried on some underwear in Debenhams changing rooms. She bought one pair of lacy square cut briefs and then tried some thongs, while her mum sat patiently watching. The shapely girl made sure the protective film the store provided was secure in the gusset because she couldn’t possibly try them over a pair of knickers as the string wouldn’t fit right. Mavis giggled it was a bit like placing a sanitary pad into knickers and Kelly saying she was pleased her period had finished. She stood and. "Mmm, and the rest. Plus a face transplant. Oh and maybe fix that skin," says Robert, getting into the swing now."Enough, Rob," I say, pretending for a second to be annoyed with him for being so horrible about how Cynthia looks. Only for a second though because we're soon getting busy again.Cynthia is crying now. Crying but still stood there.I giggle at the situation I've engineered, how unhappy she looks, and I stroke and squeeze Rob's erection through his jeans. At the same time he starts.