I bent over slowly, shaking my ass as I picked up the tiny piece of cloth. I threw it at him and he brought it up to his nose to smell it... “He tol... me to touch my pussy; he wanted to see how wet it was. I moaned at his words, so badly did I want to touch myself for him. Then I reached down with my left hand and touched my pussy, my right hand still on my boobs, squeezing my nipples, making them ache. I rubbed my pussy harder, my middle finger sliding from my clit to my wet, aching passage. I. I rose from my chair and walked towards them, reached in and slid my daughters blood stained panties own her long legs, they were kissing deeply on the mouth, his fingers buried deep inside her, she was grinding helplessly against them, trying to make frictional contact with her swollen clitoris, but he was keeping her on edge, until I reached in and released his swollen pleasure organ, peeling his foreskin back and wanking him until he started grunting.Now he was sliding on top of her, and she. After I had made my confession to her I was wondering if she would be totally shocked. I was pleasantly surprised by her reaction. She asked if my hubby and I would take Brian and her down to the beach that night. She liked the sound of the antics that went on down there and would certainly like to be able to see it. I told her that we�d take them to watch. The guys soon returned from their game of boule and Julie and I returned to talking about mundane things. Neither of us let on about what. As quietly as I could, I snuck up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist and looked for that spot on her neck I knew could get her horny in an instant. I found it right away from how fast she stiffened and dropped the plate back in the dish water. “Oh god Randy, you know that's my spot,” she whimpered. “I know, that's why I'm kissing it.” “Randy.... I have to..... mom and dad might... oh my god...” “Dad's at work, and mom and Aunt Lisa went shopping remember?” “Yeah, but they could.