My daughter’s fingers, lips and tongue pleasure Suzanne’s pussy. Even from the door I can see my daughter’s cunt fur peeping below her bum cheek..., and Suzanne’s vagina’s swollen and juice sodden with her labia peeping out with arousal. My daughter’s fingers smoothly and rhythmically stroke Suzanne’s vagina lips, getting her squirming and crying out with sex pleasure. I can tell Suzanne’s excitement is rising. She clutches my daughter’s thighs and excitedly kisses and licks my daughter’s pussy.. He wants to talk about joining us. They are willing to work though don’t know farming. One of the women is a nurse. There are two teachers and a high school coach in the group, too.”“Did he leave you a number?” Shirley asked.“Yes, I have it right here.”“Good. Hang on. Jack, what do you think? We’re half way there. We could meet on the Perimeter at 400 pretty easily.”I said, “Okay, set it up for, um, an hour and a half from now. Janice, call back to confirm it with them, then call us. Call Cindy. After awhile business got very good so I opened a shop in town, I would stay late working all the time till my wife startedcomplaining saying that she is home all the time and it was very boring and when I did get home I was always drunk.By this time the c***dren were already in jr. high school and didn't need their mom around all the time so I told her sheshould come in to the shop in the afternoons and she could help out with some of the office work, she was happy to do it,In the afternoon. I guess he had been watching me for a while but,I felt a Hand cover mine, and the hot fog of his breath on my ear fallowed by the clunk of his bag when it hit the floor. He moved my hand out of the way and substituted his in return. His hand was slightly colder than mine but my skin quickly adjusted to the change. His fingers just as I had pictured them through the long week. The teased my lips gently before his fingers brushed against my clit sending a moan from my lips, I knew what that moan.