I got to the point where I had to just bury my face it there. I started with rubbing my whole face against her now soaked pussy then driving my nose a... far as it would go into her pussy. What a feeling! Then I just rubbed my whole face back and forth over that hot wet pussy. Her hips were thrusting her pussy into my face. The taste and fragrance were amazing.I thought she would take my cock and give me a great blow job but she pulled my head up away from her pussy and then me into a position to. I was at a loss for words. It was only a few hours ago that I had tried to force my daughter to give me a blow job, and she had rightfully rebelled. Now here she was, on her knees, alongside me, naked as the day she was born. Of course, what was happening was wrong. I'd secretly lusted for Sandy for a long time; my lust fueled by my loveless marriage and my many fantasies about my own daughter. I also had suspected that Sandy might have sexual feeling for me. Whether it was that or maybe it was. A proper night out!And no, I didn't get any of his cum on my dress! Result!In the end we don't take him home straight away, though it was a close run thing. It's a couple of weeks later and he comes over on a Saturday night, so's we're all fresh for him, and we've had a chance to decide its something we really want to do. I mean for nearly a year we've been a monogamous lesbian couple, pretty much, and this is a big step for us, and it don't work out fuck knows what might happen. A spontaneous. To make sure I remembered just what I had thrown away.It was a dangerous game I was playing with myself then. One that could end up with me dead and gone. I walked that line, the edges of it drawing me in and out many times a day. I thought deep down that if I lost John forever, I would rather be out of my misery than have to face myself each day.When John called me that night, having gotten back from his vacation, I was surprised. That night too, I'd been depressed. I thought that he was about.