Then I moved to her shoulders and start kissing there and moved to her back kissing all the way ,,I kissed her earlobes and gently bite them…I then ...ade her turn around and I made her sit on the bed…I gently opened her jeans and pulled it down, she was wearing a black panty and I moved down and I kissed her thighs…they were of cream color and I moved from toe to top…when I reach near her panty I got a nasty smell from there which drove me crazy…I kissed over her panty and she moaned “aaah aaah. I used the soap to lather my belly and worked my slippery hands down across my mound to between my legs. I stood under the warm shower as I worked my hands on the outer sides of my pussy lips. Spreading my legs a little farther apart, I ran my hands over my pussy, to my ass and back again. After a couple of times back and forth, I pushed harder and spread my lips as my fingers made a pass over my opening and across my clit. My body shook as my fingers touched my sensitive clit. It was so. She’d always wondered what dancing with two men felt like, and so far she had nothing but good things to say about it. A slightly faster song, but with a smooth beat, came on, and all three felt it pulse through them. Without having any cocktails at all, Sammy began to get a little tipsy. The bodies pressed against her, and the hands not so subtly caressing her, were making her head cloudy. But she had a moment of sharp relief. She saw what they wanted, and a part of her leapt in fear. But soon. And the family meant everyone who lived under the same roof, or on the same property. In modern times, I’d call it the extended family, even if they aren’t under the same roof. For us, that would include Abbie, and with some limitations, Jennifer and Josie.”“Not the glue, but the true head of the family,” Kara said. “But not an iron dictator, like my dad.”“No, not like your dad. At one point in Roman tradition, the «pater familias» held the power of life and death over the extended family, but.