We had plenty of time to shower, get dressed and go downstairs for our meal.Understandably, conversation over the meal was a bit stilted. I mean we co...ldn't talk about what we'd done all day, could we? But eventually Mum and John talked about school and what he wanted to do at the end of his final year. I added a few mutterings here and there. John and I took a slight risk that evening and shared a long passionate snog to seal the day."Now, I believe. I can hardly wait for tomorrow.” So, it. I move over to the couch and sit with my legs pulled up spread wide and Thelma sits between my legs I reach around one hand rubbing her pussy lips spreading them showing him her little wet cunt. My other hand caressing her nipple as my mouth nibbles an ear lobe.Come and have dessert eat your daughters pussyYeah daddy I taste good as she licks my fingerHe dives in licking her pussy until he has her dripping wet. I move from behind her and put a leg either side facing her lower my pussy on to her. The top of the box was flung open and Jennifer gasped as several powerful dark arms reached down towards her. Accompanied by more chortling than was necessary Jennifer was grabbed and hauled upwards and out. Several men shoved her towards the grinning Renard. He had shut the door after the departure of Debbie and now moved behind Jennifer and pushed her up towards a window. It was shuttered closed but thru a crack Jennifer could see outside.At first she couldn't take in the scene outside. Then. At least there was one hurdle surmounted. Knowing Camilla would be, by her usual schedule, still sleeping for at least another couple of hours, likely longer, I took my time about showering, shaving and dressing, and then headed downstairs for coffee. There was clear evidence that she'd acquired her midnight—well, 3:00 a.m. or so, she'd said—snack, a wineglass and a plate with the remains of a salad, but evidently she'd seen no need for more precipitate action. The windows, I found, were still.