***** It had been a week since she landed in Washington. Her modest apartment felt like home, her hippy style of decoration had helped make the cold, ...lean lines of the existing decor break up a little. Drawings, photos, pictures covered one wall of her bedroom. Vases, candles and books scattered around all over the place marked this place as hers, Sophie’s apartment. It had taken her a few days to unpack, the majority of her things arriving the day after she landed. Sophie had strolled around. Then I recognized that sensual voice coming from the woman kneeling down: she was Helena… the naughty Helena, as always been…So I left them alone, surprised that my wife was enjoying her girlfriend’s soft lips instead of being fucked by a huge well hung black guy….I went upstairs quietly and sat on the bed at the guest’s room. Soon I passed out after a long day at the office. Later just about midnight I woke up and sat in the bed as I heard my wife moaning and sometimes having what I knew for. We’ll make one trip with materials and equipment and then limit our access to once a week.”“Ain’t nothing there.” He said. “Hell, I’ll sell you my side ... it’s too steep.”“What’ll you take for it?”“Thousand.”“Abby? Pay the man.”She fingered out ten Jolly Green Giants and passed them over.“Mum. Fetch my receipt book and the plat map.”We now owned the southwest side of the ridge. Our next stop was home. We parked off to the side. We removed some gold to the Defender. Locking the Perentie we took. I could not believe it when their tongues met and they took a minute to kiss each other, their tongues meeting and playing with each other directly over my swollen shaft. I was tempted to pump my cock with my own hand as I watched my wife and daughter French kiss, but my wife turned back to my cock, slowly running her lips down along the shaft, her hand at the base to hold it up straight."Oh fuck, this is incredible," I moaned out to them as Kelly bobbed her head on my cock, her mouth doing.