This natural lubrication has its own special scent, and each woman has her own unique smell. When, sitting in my chair, I smelled my wife’s unique s...ent, I knew she was into it. I said, “I guess I’m ok with it,” and Katie slowly sauntered over towards me. As she passed by the firelight, I got a clear picture of Jerry’s beautiful wife. She wore a very sexy white tank top and blue jeans, the classic country girl look. I stood up and she dropped to her knees. My cock slid into her mouth and she. But I wasn't a slut. I could control myself and teach my daughter.“You fuck him!” Leyla moaned, my slutty daughter's round breasts jiggling as she frigged her snatch faster and faster.“That's right,” I groaned and impaled my cunt down my son's dick.Jalal moaned. My baby boy let out such a groan of sure delight as he felt his mother's pussy wrapped about his shaft. His hands squeezed my breasts, almost as big as his father's hands, but so smooth, lacking all those familiar callouses Karim earned. I asked if his dick is bigger than mine. She said yes it's a lot bigger. I asked like how. She said it's at least two or three inches longer and twice as fat. I said does it feel good when he fucks you. Her hips began rocking slowly and she said yes, that she feels like a different woman when she has her pussy tightly stretched around him. I started shooting my load without the first stroke. The next few weeks I started asking if I could watch her fuck him but she always said Keith would never. After a couple of Long Island Ice Teas at a posh bar Sophie had the taxi driver drive them to when they exited Penn Station, Melissa drinking a regular ice tea which filled with the liquor saturated glasses that Sophie and Emily both covertly poured into it, the three ladies felt no pain.Sophie chose the bar because it was dark and relatively empty on a Saturday afternoon. The music played at a level low enough so they could hear each other. And they could sit in the corner in a comfortable.