I was in heaven. We reluctantly got back in the car late in the day and headed back to Winchester.We were in plenty of time for dinner, but I suggeste... we do something different. I called Donald and asked him to meet us for dinner somewhere. I’d realized that he had no idea about Harvard and I felt bad about that.We met at an Olive Garden near where he was living and he was waiting outside for us when we got there. He greeted us warmly and we went inside, being seated almost right away and. That smell he feared his wife would detect was hypnotic as his nose brushed between her slightly swollen lips and touched her clit. Instinctively, he let his tongue pierce between her folds and tasted what had to be heaven."Oh, Daddy," Silvie said, spreading her legs wider and raising them into the air. "That feels so good. Please don't stop."Greg had no intentions of stopping. He stretched his tongue as deep as it would go, enjoying the taste of his daughter. He used his thumbs to spread her. . " That single word, delivered in a c***dish whine, spoke volumes. Taking a deep breath, Kathryn pulled down Cecile's panties to get at that tender young pussy. It was even lovelier than she dared imagine, with full lips that unfurled for her like rose petals to reveal an inviting pink interior wet and waiting for her. She gazed down at Cecile's quim for a moment before spreading the cuntlips with her fingers and plunging in with her tongue. The juices she had sampled through her panties were. She had just finished rinsing her cup when the door bell sounded. Wondering who it could be so early, she went to answer it.“Why, Paul!” she said in surprise.“Hello, Peggy.” The tall man smiled down at her. “May I come in?”“Of course.” She opened the door wider and admitted the good-looking man. “Is anything wrong?”“No, nothing is wrong,” he said in a low voice.Peggy saw his piercing eyes. and she shivered slightly. It was not a shiver of fear, but of arousal. She had seen Paul often, yet she.