I wouldn't be able to resist myself, I'd tease a lick right through the fabric. I'm always a slut for the taste of pussy.She'd moan, probably louder t...an she'd expected herself to, and I'd keep going. I know she loves a build up, wanting to be taken to a higher state of pleasure. My tongue would soak her panties even more than before, spit and pussy juice saturating the fabric. I wouldn't stop until she'd ask for more – "Please, Lamya, eat my tight pussy." How could I say no?I'd take her. Brenda looked back at Alex. “You don’t have any clothes with you, or any of your stuff.” “I’ve got plenty of stuff, and she can wear my clothes.” Sally interrupted looking at both Don and Brenda with a pouting look. “Ok sweetie, as long as Uncle Mark doesn’t mind.” Brenda looked at me for final approval. “It’s set then.” I shrugged sipping my coffee. “What she doesn’t have we can shop for.” This sent the girls into a squeal of approval. I got the impression that Don and Brenda had planned. The only thing I could think of in reply was to say that it was a bit late now and change the subject.That night I had little sleep as I kept thinking of some of the holidays we had where Jean refused to suck or rub my cock on the beach. Also the weather changed to a strong wind with heavy rain beating on the windows and waking me up. The next morning it was still raining heavily and we decided not to go walking and stayed in. Jean read her book for a while in the morning and was a bit restless. I felt the right one from behind and Mark rubbed her left one, tugging on her big nipples and then rubbing her pussy, (she didn't bother to wear panties.) She urged him to release his cock so she could play with it while we drove to where ever we were going. He pulled out his already stiff cock, she smiles and spits on her palm and then grabs his cock and strokes it. He moans and says, "Damn that feels good, I think we will goto our secret spot." I smile knowing that we are going to a dirt road.