We sat, we talked, and we drank. All in all, it was a good time, and we carried on for a couple of hours or so. Not once did she try to get me across ...he line, although I still believed it was her end goal. After all, why else would she be here? Alright, I might have had a little too much, I admit that. Even still, for a succubus, I found this woman quite intriguing. She really seemed like she just wanted someone to talk to, although I still didn’t believe that deep down. More interesting, her. Soon the girls were writhing and Della put her hand to my face and turned me towards her. “Pity you haven’t got a spare hand,” she said breathily. “I love my tits squeezed.”I gently took one of Carrie’s hands and guided it to her mother’s right tit. Carrie needed no second bidding and was soon squeezing and flicking the nipple. They were both close to erupting and soon my wife let her hand drift down her mother’s body and I felt her fingers probing between Della’s wet cunt lips. Della. Eyes on her dad, Abby moves her hand between her legs and starts rubbing herself. Her breath is already erratic, even though she’s still wearing clothes.“Does that feel good?” he asks, trying to keep his voice even. Abby nods. “But you can’t get off this way?”“I haven’t yet,” she says quietly.“Are you rubbing the right spot?”“What’s the right spot?” she asks, hand still moving.“Your clit,” he answers in his deep voice. He can tell she’s confused by the look on her face. “It’s at the top, the. Now I have to strip don’t I?” she said. And before completing the sentence removed her top and skirt to show herself in the same bra she wore in the morning with a matching black panty. Without hesitation, she went on to remove both of those throwing the panty at my still erect dick and bra at my face. Oh! The view. It burned on to my eye and heart.Two huge ripe mangoes on her chest, not hanging but firm. Her ass poked out of her smooth body. A body that could rival any supermodel. She twisted.