She groaned with pleasure as she reached down with her hands to control my head. I tickled her outer lips with my fingers and then let them slip insid... her vagina. She was so wet that two of my fingers slid in easily and she u*********sly relaxed her grip on my head. I moved my mouth toward her and closed over her pussy shoving my tongue into her wetness. She cried out and grabbed my head again but this time she held it tight to her quim. I lapped at her pussy as I fingered her with two. Predictably he raises my legs and peers under the dress which, despite the tightness slips up my legs and affords a brief view of stockings. Grabbing a foot he takes the toe of a shoe in his mouth and sucks hard; I giggle then moan in simulated ecstasy. The shoe is removed and now there is no simulation as I adore it when my toes are sucked, and I moan. The piercing blue eyes stare into mine then, to my relief they crinkle up into a smile. I am instructed by hand movements to get off the bed. I lay down on the bed and she raised her legs, straddling my head. I looked up and her cunt hairs were matted with their juices.I raised my head up and licked up and down her thighs coming closer and closer to her pussy. I could see flecks of white cum in her pubic hairs. I licked at her and sniffed, smelling the love juices. I ran my tongue up and down her slit and swallowed. I could taste her sweet pussy juices intermingled with his slightly bitter and salty cum. I shoved my tongue up into. There was only one problem.I was my mother's daughter and she had indeed passed something along to me in her DNA. I remembered her telling me that she had been able to stay faithful to my father for a full four years before giving in to her needs. It turned out that I wasn't as strong as my mother. The itch started at around eighteen months and I managed to come up with enough strength to fight it until two weeks after our second anniversary.Every year Bob held what was in effect his own mini.