One evening I was working on unpacking new deliveries down in the cellar I heard the all-to-familiar sound of heels clicking from the archive area.I w...s trying to make some sound so who ever it was would know that she was not alone. Did not plan to scare someone to death. I heard her unlocking the door to the archive, and eventually the door slammed. I continued my work. After some time the door opened again, and the clicking came closer and around the corner. I was a bit excited wondering who. I walked up to thedriver door. “Here is the registration” she said. Looking down to getit, I noticed that, somehow, her blouse had become completely unbuttonedand opened to her waist; revealing a pair of small but perky breastscontained in a very sexy looking red lace bra.Taking the registration, I said “Proof of insurance also, please”, andwalked back to my car.I could see the two girls talking, almost arguing. I finished the redlight and seatbelt tickets for Cindy, and was almost done with. I looked over into the shadows and there was her daughter, Christine. She was standing just out of the light in the next room watching her mother suck my cock as she herself loved to do. She was wearing a little short tee shirt and panties, and her hair was a little mussed, so she must have been in bed when we first pulled up out front. She had her right hand down her panties massaging her pussy and her left hand up inside her shirt playing with those big, young tits that I loved so much. . "I'd like to see it too," I told her afterward. "That's MY fantasy. I'd like you to get really well-fucked, by a big, black cock." Her face registered surprise, but her head nodded rapidly. Now we could openly discuss it. When we watched the porn videos after that, we visualized Lucia in the events onscreen, and we talked about how excited we got at each step. "Look at how that big dong is really stretching her! - I bet you'd like to feel that stretched." The phrase we kept using was.