My mouth continues its travels until I can smell what my hands have only hinted at, my wife’s vagina, engorged with arousal and moist with her own j...ices. I let my fingers glide across her moist lips collecting moisture for what is to cum. My tongue is placed upon her clit, where it slowly strokes upward, causing my wife to breath even harder. Once my fingers have stroked her lips long enough I gently place a finger at her opening, putting as much pressure on it as possible without entering.. Molly replied “Your Grandma wanted me to contact you and ask You, Dan and his parents for breakfast at 8am. Casual dress. If you want to talk to Mrs A I can take your parents for a walk around if you wish.”“That would be perfect see you at 8am, thanks Molly” Bridget replied happy.At the dinner table we had a lovely meal Bridget and I kept asking off the cuff questions to Mum and Dad.Finally dinner finished Bridget asked “Mum, Dad any plans for the morning?”Mum said “No”Dad replied “Yes sleep. "God, I wish you were a boy."She tossed her brush across the barn and threw her arms around his thick-muscled neck. "Ooooo, Gypsy." She rubbed her tits into him. "Unnnnn."Shaking, she stepped back. Her mouth dried up and the juices in her pussy began to flow freely, soaking the crotch of her cotton panties. Hot frantic ideas swarmed through her mind. If she couldn't have a boy, she needed something. Her blue eyes glowed. She would have Gypsy! Anything would be better than her fingers."It's. Pack your bags, but do it lightly. You won’t lack for much with the Lasalle pack, trust me. The sooner that you can get integrated into the full life of the pack, the better. Relax. Your new life is one of pleasure and power, though every way of life has its share of pain.“You’re all off for the day, by the way, with full pay. That way, you can start packing sooner rather than later, but first you must all nap. All of you. Turning into one of us ... losing that much blood, it can drain you in.