......Surely not though. Was Barbara wearing Sarah's knickers? The 2 of them went downstairs and Barbaras skirt had ridden up further. Sarah moved her...head between her mothers thighs for a closer look. Sure enough Sarah's mother was wearing the knickers.As Sarah turned to Johnny she was greeted by the site of him stroking a massive erection. The sight of Sarah with her head between mums legs was too much for him and he was stroking his fat, long cock over this taboo sight. Sarah had always had. Not there, in that dingy room, anyway.“Can I help you with something?” he asked roughly.The visitor turned around, and Johnny made eye contact with the good-looking man from before. “Are you lost, blue eyes?” he drawled and leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms over his chest.He was only wearing a towel around his waist, and he was still wet from the shower. The visitor was eyeing him with interest. Excellent. Maybe he still had a chance with Mr. luxury toy.“Care to share a shower. Margaret was not in that group because she was basking in the glow of no longer being a slave to some male master that used her body as their personal “whipping boy” or raw sex at every opportunity. The eldest daughter on her wagon was enthusiastic about licking her pussy and she returned the favor listening to the other sisters giggling in their beds wondering what they were doing under the buffalo skins. The mother couldn’t care less as long as Margaret provided almost manly protection to. "And cuming and cumming!" she laughed. Rikki was standing right in front of the large mirror on a portable-wardrobe-like structure near the bed. There was a similar one on the other side with its door open and I mentally thanked her for hanging up my suit. It did seem a bit odd that there were two.Rikki licked her full lips slowly with her long tongue and eased one hand down her pants. She peeled them off to the middle of her strong thighs. A fresh pair of tight lacy bikini panties was being.