After kissing Connie warmly, Ali raised an eyebrow and looked at her daughter skeptically. "Are you sure you can handle it? Is your milk going to be g...od enough? After all," she said archly, "Kris is used to only the very best!"Replying in kind Connie said, "Oh? What about poor Andy? Are you sure she won't be poisoned at your tit?" Then dropping the pose she took Kristin in her arms and loved and kissed her. "Nursing your own sister! I mean, Mom, really! Isn't this really ... a bit much?"Then. I told her to go ahead and I’d be in after while. I had been checking my email for about an hour or so when I received an IM from Gina telling me Becky was getting playful and I was welcome to watch or join in. I replied that was I was on my way. I logged off and closed up my laptop and headed to the den where the girls were. I slowly approached the entrance to the den hearing moans of pleasure. I peaked around the corner and Gina was laid back on the couch with Becky on top of her. They were. His skin felt cold to the touch until George Turner, Gwen's now deceased husband, had come into the Garage and apologized to Alan as he took a leather strap to his arse, six time he laid that six inch wide leather strap across Alan's tender arse and even then stroked him to a climax over the strap before making Alan lick the leather strap clean.Then George left as quickly as he came, thirty minutes later Gwen entered the garage and inspected the redness of his arse before taking a piece of. ”“Good. I thought you might. Let’s go to our RV’s. We’re parked side by side. Put your hand on my ass as we get out. Everyone will know that we’ll party. We will take turns leaving so as not to be too obvious.” I nodded. As we walked out, I put my hand on her ass palming it carefully to “help”: her get up the steps in the shallow end.We collected our things and left walking toward, I guess, their RV. We reached it and I saw how they were parked close with zippered enclosures connecting them. We.