She groans as her eyes beheld her beautiful daughters’ bare, pale little pussy, with a small patch of bright red hair above her hard clitoris before...she mindlessly started kissing and licking her daughters’ little pussy before trapping her little hard clitoris in her lips as she rolled her tongue over it in a lust fueled frenzy.“Oh yes Mommy, that’s it, right there, like that!” Olive moaned loudly.“Olive, it turns me on so much to hear you moan “mommy” like that, but I think I’d also like to. Deirdre was given to fast work followed by secret trysts out of sight of the workers and foremen. Her cries were often muffled by her sweater, as she sought to keep our private lives private. Several times she got so excited that we had to sneak off to bathe in one of the many streams that dotted the landscape. Evie kept her powder and panties dry, waiting until late at night, to sneak into my bed and see what Deirdre left for her.Our Scottish working vacation was a wonderful time to see what. Rob searched the kitchen, trying not to make too much noise, and found the coffee and brewed a pot. While that was percolating, he turned on the TV in the living room surfed the channels until he found something to hold his interest. Had he known he was going to be staying the night, he would have brought his laptop with. April's computer sat at the desk in the corner, but he didn't feel comfortable using it without permission. He was mildly tempted to search through her files for something. “You will in good time,” he said.“Can we talk? I’ve got a million questions.”“Start,” he said as he plopped down in Dad’s old easy chair and put his feet on the coffee table.“You’re going to get her pregnant?”“Yes.”“Why?”“Because I want to,” he said.“But why do you want to?”“Women are different, Rick, as you’ve probably noticed. Some women were made for having babies. Your mother was so delicious when she was pregnant with you that I want to see her that way again. This time, I’ll be the man.