“Gross! I don’t want you sticking fingers up my booty-hole!” Annabelle scrunched her nose in disgust.I was about to say something snarky back to...her and suggest she make that clear to dad when I observed someone walking up to my mother in line as if he knew her.He was a big black guy about 6’2, and he was in his early twenties. “Cherry! What up, bitch?” he smiled at her. “You ready to go down tomorrow night? I’m bringing in my buddies from the 404!” he said proudly. I could hear him because he. Soon I saw Bill coming down the stairs. He hadn't seen me yet. Quickly I spun around, pulling on my blouse. " My husbands coming" I explained " sorry guys". I heard a couple of comments midst the moans "She's married?", "Lucky guy!", "Too bad!" Then my dance partner was there, facing me. " I believe this is yours" he held out my bra. "Keep it, as a reminder" I offered pulling him close and kissed him, open mouthed and full of passion. Then pushing him away I started to dance. Bill. This amazing cream gushed out of her. I lapped up her passion. It was a delicious treat. An amazing experience.I drank my daughter's pussy juices.I loved it. My heart screamed in my chest. I whimpered in delight, my hips wiggling from side to side. My heart hammered in my chest. My tongue danced around my daughter's pussy lips. I licked and lapped at her. My daughter moaned in delight. Her hips wiggled and ground on me. The pleasure of eating my daughter surged through me. I caressed her,. As Bree went back by she blew a kiss as she went out to the pool.Bree liberally oiled herself up and then laid back on the chaise lounge to catch some of the sun. She quickly finished a tallboy off and yelled at me to please bring her another one. After awhile, Jake took notice that Bree was outside and started walking toward the house. I had gone inside the house to get another beer and to cool off better. Every few minutes I would look out the window, just to check on Bree (and check her out,.