When we were together, I loved unbuttoning him when he was driving, running my hands over his beautiful cock, loving the feel of it under my skin, pul...ing and hard. I used to lean over and lick him gently, knowing others might see us and yet not care. Just as long as I could feel his cock along my lips and in my mouth. He thought I was so filthy whenever I did, calling me a dirty bitch. He was never a big fan of feeling my lips massage his shaft or stroke his balls whilst sucking hard on the. And I WANT to do it, my own daughter but I WANT to finish her, just as we agreed. And I know she would have done it to me. I know too that I’ll orgasm again as I finish her off. I ask for some help to get Carrie up onto the table. In out dining area nearby we have a large, heavy glass-topped table, the glass top is an inch thick and as strong as steel. That’s where I want my beautiful, rebellious daughter. My mom Janine and Hilary step forward and grab her ankles, and around her chest and help. I didn't hesitate. I lifted them to my nose and softly breathed in herscent. Mmmm! It was heavenly! The gusset of her panties was soakedfrom her excretions. The aroma was strong and bitter and yet, alsopungently sweet. The unmistakable smell of a woman's vagina, with asleight hint of urine.Holding her pretties to my nostrils I breathed in deeply. I momentarilyforgot that Grace was watching me."You really like that, don't you Danni?" she interrupted my reverie.I looked up to her. I was. That would be OK in a way I guessbecause my initial thoughts along those lines were I'd never doit anyway. On the other hand it may instead cause her to stophelping me femme and I don't think I could handle that; I nowreally like being a gurl. This is all very confusing and at thesame time exciting. Any advice you would be kind enough toprovide would be deeply appreciated.Answer: It's the author's guess that you have a fairly high rateof right drift as what you are experiencing typically.