She smoothed the bubbly drink into her thighs as they were wetted by the spillage. She took my hand, squeezed it and said, “Shall we go?” We walke... across the now fairly busy bay towards the door. As we got there, she turned and said in quite a loud voice, “Did you like that? Keep watching, we’re here for a week!” I pulled her, giggling, from the pub into the street and demanded, “Rebecca! What on earth go into you?” “Didn’t you like it?” she asked, now suddenly worried. I swept her into my. ”That set the tone for the next couple of months. We’d go out two or three times in the week, almost always ending up back at my house for some intimate time together. Weekends were spent with Sarah, and more often than not, Poddy. Betty joined us a couple of times too, as everyone just seemed to meld into a family.I felt more and more at ease with Lyn, and was certain that she felt the same way. Work was still slow, though I still managed to earn enough to cover my bills. Fortunately, Lyn was. Although perhaps in her early forties, she could still (and apparently did) wear her daughter's fashions, with lots of low cut cleavage and short skirts or shorts. The daughter Courtney looked to be of legal banging age and she appeared to mentally be comparable to Trixie the Slut, complete with the constant oral fixation of fiddling with her fingers and hair into her mouth and her incessant giggling. I had the very clear impression that the mother-daughter combo were extremely close and. She stared at my hard cock."I won't USE you for my pleasure," I told Morgana. "You are the same as the others, a willing partner." No, Master," Morgana said. "I am a willing Genie. Let me show you the difference!"She lay on her back with her head off the edge of the bed in front of me. Reaching above her head, she grabbed my hips and pulled me towards her. Morgana lined up her mouth perfectly; my cock stroked through her lips until it was fully throated in Morgana."Fuck me!" I whispered..