”“Shit,” I hissed, diving into the ladies restroom. My thirty-four-year-old pussy was on fire. My eldest daughter stroked my youngest daughter�...s ass. It was so sensual. Lee moaned out her confusion while Clint, looking so strong and handsome, had a glint in his eye. The same glint his father would have when he dominated Cheryl and me.Damn, he looked like his father did the first time I entered his bed at fourteen, trembling and virginal, Cheryl at my side. They were both sixteen. I was a gift. With each stroke he leaked more of his juices into her hand and all at once she found herself letting go and moving her fingers towards her mouth. Then she had them in her mouth and was sucking and licking his juices off them so now she had some of the flavour of this stranger in her mouth what was she thinking.She as amazed at herself for taking her fingers into her mouth but after the initial shock of what she was doing she found the taste pretty good, she had cleaned his juices from her. After a few minutes, I spunked deep inside her and withdrew gasping. She was sobbing, her cunt dripped spunk. Suddenly the door opened and another young girl aged around 17, dressed in a school uniform walked into the room. She gasped at the sight before her, my cock began to harden again at the sight of her, she was slim, long blond hair, angel faced, her tiny tits with no bra poked at the thin material of her school blouse, her very short uniform skirt revealed her lovely firm thighs. I. "I don't know," chachi said, "I give it fifty - fifty chance."There was no news from Mala for fifteen days. On the sixteenth day morning she called."Chachu, I don't know if it interests you. There was a big fight between Meera madam and Amit sir... I mean Ragoo sir last night," Mala reported."Really, what happened?" chachu asked."Last night when I was about to go to my room I heard loud voices coming from Amit sir's room. I peeped through the key hole. Amit sir was sitting on a chair reading.