Sarah is sitting alongside, her body touching mine, with her legs over Jane’s shoulders as she nibbles her clit. “So good baby,” Sarah whispers ...s we tongue kiss, both of us anticipating the sexual pleasure we want to receive from the two girls. For us a huge part of that pleasure is watching the two girls licking and sucking our genitals.Jane obviously has well honed lesbian skills as I watch her lick her way up Sarah’s thighs. “I love being licked and teased, my clit loves it,” Sarah moans as. Before we could find a place to stand, it was all full. We had to stand beneath a huge tree.I asked her to wait and rushed to buy an umbrella in the market opposite the lake. By the time I came back, she was completely wet. She came under the umbrella. She was shivering, and it had started pouring heavily. We walked back to the hotel holding the umbrella tight as the winds were high.Our fingers and hands kept touching. Her hands were cold, very cold. She could barely hold the umbrella as she. "no." ... "YEESSS!" No response."Go ... to ... the ... kitchen."Incredibly, she got up and walked to the kitchen. "I'm getting some wine. Did you want some tea, Harold?" Dad of course, didn't answer but I got up, "I'll make us a snack, Mom," and followed her out of my father's sight. When I got to the kitchen she was leaning back against the counter. She didn't move to put the kettle on. Her robe was open and a damp spot was evident over her crotch. I moved directly to her and started pulling. I was practically dripping. My tits were aching for his hands, and my vagina had never felt so empty, and in need of a man. We didn't have to say a word, it was understood what was going to happen. Then Harry was on his knees, he pulled my ass high, and took me. His hands grasped my tits, then went back to my hips.”Mandy was mesmerized by the erotic narrative, of her husband ravishing his mother.“My son, he stabbed that big prick into his mother's red, raw middle without a how-do-you-do,.