My wife and Sarita sit on flour and my wife opened Sarita’s mouth by her finger. I put my cock’s head onto Sarita’s lips and my wife told her to...touch my cock with her tongue. Sarita came out her tongue and touch my cock’s head.I open Sarita’s mouth by my hand and slid half cock into Sarita’s mouth, where my wife make position under Sarita’s pussy and lick Sarita’s pussy. My wife also fingering her pussy and I fuck Sarita’s mouth slowly and Sarita also suck my cock in and out.My wife came near. The pace became quicker, the trot became a cantor, the gallop of their climax seconds away.Then they were totally making sloppy slapping sounds as their flesh smacked together in a serious 'bumping together of bodies' as she had thought about it, just yesterday. Here they were, over the line, the BIG demarcation, the ultimate incest, the nasty thing she wasn't supposed to do with her son, the horizontal mambo. But God! It was fun, and heavens, did it release the tension. But not of having. She awoke with a start finally realizing that it was just a dream. Her pussy was damp again. "God. I am a slut." She said out loud as her dream dissipated.Rose realized that she had slept longer than she had anticipated. She had to shower before the party and would be late getting there. She soaped her thirty five C cup melons watching how her nipples hardened. She squeezed both of her erect nubbins feeling how her pussy juiced up while she pulled and massaged them. Enough! Rose's mind. The lust that I see destroys my restraint. My desire to have you buried inside me is all that I can think about.Kissing me again, but not so deeply, you reach behind me to unzip my skirt. I want all of you. I need to feel you in every way possible. A small whimper escapes my lips as you let my skirt drop to the floor and roll down my thigh high hose. Before you stand up, you kiss my inner thighs, flicking your tongue across my flesh tasting the cum that has been leaking from me since we met.