I tried to talk to her but she wouldn't listen and said she wanted to go home now, I said please mum I'm really sorry and didn't want to upset her, an... she was right I was just being perverted and it would never happen again, she made me promise that, which I did, and again said how sorry I was for up setting her as I loved her more then anything In the world, she softened then and said that we would stay for a bit longer, we had some more wine, I have to say I and my mother were starting to. “This is making me so horny!” Gina gasped.Claire and I glanced at Gina, who was having little success stifling her cries. “I’m supposed to be quiet on the video, aren’t I?”“Don’t worry, Gina,” Barb soothed, peeling off her tank top and drenched underwear. “I will edit this later.”Mollified, Gina returned to massaging her natural brown titties.“Gosh, their nipples are hard,” Claire voiced about our friends’ mammaries.“Are yours?” I wondered out loud.“Probably.” She turned towards me. “Should I. I opened my eyes; Sandy and Betty were cuddling. I had been so lost in my self-pleasure, I had missed my younger Mistress's climax. I yanked my fingers out of my cunt, flushing in shame at interrupting their lovemaking."I'm so sorry, Mistresses," I apologized, my cheeks burning."For what?" Sandy asked, eyebrows furrowing."For interrupting you," I answered. "I let my own selfish desires interrupt your lovemaking. I am humbly sorry."Sandy leaned over and kissed me on the lips. I melted, enjoying. I admired my daughter’s breasts for the first time. I had been behind her when she flashed them to the crowd. Still not saying a word I reached out to unsnap her tight jeans, unzip them, and start to slide them down her legs. They were even tighter than I had imagined and gave me a little fight. I peeled them down over her ass and down her legs to her ankles. Wondering what to do next I simple lifted my daughter up into my arms and got up in the truck. I laid her on the stretched out blanket.