Emma was still completely nude and was eating some mixed fruit in a bowl. Across from her for Brent, she had set up a plate with a bagel with cream ch...ese, a pear, and some sausage links. The kitchen was filled with the delicious smell coming from the cup of coffee in front of it.She looked up from her bowl as he entered and smiled up at him.“Hey, sweetie,” she said. “I made you a plate. I hope that’s ok.”He walked over and kissed her on the forehead before seating himself.“Yes, just fine,. The thought of you circling it over my clit drives me wild," I smile. "Whatever you want, I'll give it to you, Rachel, seeing as you gave me what I wanted last night," she replies with a wink. Placing my hands above my head I begin to feel my legs twitch and lose control of my breathing. "Slow down a little, I'm too close. I want to savour this moment with you," I say. Watching her head pop up from between my legs, I gently raise myself and passionately kiss her sweet lips. Sliding my tongue. The two of them were up, side by side in front of my fireplace popping, twerking, jerking. It looked like they were both getting fucked by an invisible octopus but I realized it was probably some new dance fad. That scene was hot: mom and daughter shaking and bouncing, asses out, swinging pendulums of warm fuckability. Did they know what they were doing to me? Was this some sort of game? I knew exactly how many laws were being broken, and how many I planned to break. And Sins? As the song. Just for fun, me being single for the duration of my shift. Probably best where nobody else could see — maybe where they stock the kapok vests. Wanda in Inventory has the key. Rosies pretty much run this place, actually.But he never figured it out, ole’ pal-o-mine Warner.Nothing wrong with Stan on the home front, but our shifts usually didn’t even agree.But back to the rest of the crew. “Hey, Warner?” pulling him aside at pee break. They just do it over the side if I’m not looking, but with me.