It wasn't really i****t.Dizzily she excused herself for her weakness, then gave in to her son's delicious tongue play. She closed her eyes and forgot ...verything but the steady buzz of pleasure she was getting as his tongue streaked around and around her swollen clit.He paused now and then in his rimming to slide his tongue down her cunt-slit, down her ass-crack, and gobble up her uncontrollably flooding cunt-cream. The thick hot cunt-juice kept pouring from her cunt, soaking her cunt-slit and. Jenny had secretly wondered, in light of Mr. Walker's cheerleader fetish, if Angie's dad was fucking his own daughter, as well. "All right, Jenny! You're such a slut!" Angie whispered. The two cheerleaders laughed. Out of the corner of her eye, Jenny spotted a guy with a camera in the stands. It was pointed right at her. "Hey, Angie, who's the perv with the camera?" Jenny asked. Angie turned and looked. "Oh, that's Mr. Turner, one of the bus drivers." "He's trying to shoot. I don't know what went through me. Was it the hopes of something happening? The idea of a cheeky late night conversation? Just sheer curiosity? I still, to this day, do not know. I sent her the worst of chat up lines which she laughed at and it was moments later we were toying with the idea of meeting on campus. I said good night, closed my laptop, packed my bag for Uni the next day and went to bed to cuddle the misses. She was fast asleep but I couldn't rest. I was just fixated with Liz. The. She giggled as her eyes came back up to his. She may have been pissed at her daughter, but she was liking what she saw, and took the opportunity to send a message to her daughter about bringing people over just to have a fuck. She always had to keep herself so composed while she was at her own company, it was nice to be able to let go, and say what she really wanted. She had this virile, young man within her control, and kitty wanted to play. “Unzip me,” she commanded him, her voice was low.