I shuddered and slid my mouth from her asshole to her cunt. I drank down my daughter’s spicy passion.She quivered on her back. Her moans echoed thro...gh the air. Her passion echoed through the room. It was amazing. I drank her cunt cream. I gulped it all down, my dick throbbing harder and harder.“Oh, Mommy!” she moaned, her body bucking. Her little titties quivering. “Oh, Mommy, that’s amazing.”“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I purred.“Wanna fuck me again?” She grinned at me, arching her eyebrows.. “Okay,” said Bea. “But a meet up with Marian?”“Maybe after I talk to Candace,” I said. “Oh, and it’s Marian Carton, not Randall.” I got a smirk for my words from my visitor.My reason, and there really was only one, was that I wanted Candace to tell me the same story that Bea had. Bea may have been asked to embellish the story a little, or maybe un-embellish it. Candace would give it to me straight up; I had confidence in her when it came to stuff like this.“Yes, I can do that,” said Bea. She. Iwent to wipe it off and she gave a quick shake of her head, signalingfor me to leave it. And so I did. I held her chair as she sat.She ordered a glass of chardonnay and then smiled at me. We saidnothing for a few minutes. As we sat looking at each other, I suddenlyfelt her toes slipping up my pant legs. Her stocking covered toerubbing against my calf was extremely sensuous. Grace smiled and said,"Very good Danni. You passed your first test."My first test? "Er, ah, I'm gl, glad. What. In the smoking booth I got talking to some boys in there and they were asking where are we from etc etc and what do we want...well, I told them I didn't know. What would be would be. It's all a little new to us to be honest. After 5 minutes I returned to my wife and she says that I wouldn't believe it but the man had been putting his hands everywhere. She said she didn't object as she felt duty bound to let him - after all - why would she be in here if she acted prudish. Fuck, I thought - she's.