I can’t believe it! Another circle! Momentarily I can see the hood of the clit being pulled back exposing her daughter’s clit. Oh my god! Now she�...�s moving her fingers up and down her inner lips. Did her finger just slightly enter her daughter? I can’t believe this is happening! I’m almost bursting in my shorts from the thrill of watching this scene. Katia continues on her daughter’s legs. Nadine is still looking at me, her mouth half parted. Her chest seems to lift and drop faster than normal.. D. had gone to the event but then decided it was just too boring and opted to leave. On her way home she decided that she wasn’t ready to call it a night and had the cab drop her here. She invited us to join her for a drink so we sat at the bar on either side of her. Now let me take a moment to describe Mrs. D. for those who missed the story of our first adventure. She was a teacher at the school that John and I had graduated from 5 years ago. She wasn’t a small lady but I wouldn’t describe her. " How was I selected? I don't believe we have met before?" she wondered aloud."Yes. I saw you at the peace dinner some years ago, but it would not have been sensible to offend your man then. I believe you had just got engaged."Suddenly the memories of that morning and that night in London flooded back, and she vaguely remembered a German officer speaking to Sir Henry and kissing her hand. It seemed odd, and not a little flattering, that this man should have remembered her for five years.Then. Her moans turned to acry of protest as he pulled his hand away altogether.His mouth left her belly as he stood up. Suddenly his thumb was at her lower lip again, her mouth neededencouragement to open. This time she tasted herself, she sucked his thumb greedily, in her need to have him in her.Somewhere in her lust-hazy mind she wondered when he learned such self-control.A clicking sound caught both their attention and it was followed by a whoosh of air. It sounded like the AC.... but thatwould.