.." And yet you love the feeling" commented Connie, as she took a quick break from tonguing my daughter's little hole, "don't you?" I do, Aunt Connie"...panted my worked up daughter, "I sure do."Connie resumed rimming her and then took another short pause."Notice my technique, dear" commented Connie, "As you will need to learn this for the pleasure of myself...." Connie paused, "and those I choose to reward with your tongue."Connie continued rimming my daughter as those words sunk in. Where my. " Very funny, Chuck."When I get back he hands me a wetnap to wipe my hands with. I make sure to drop the foil wrapping and used towelette in the litter sack. We feast on sandwiches and icy cold Yank beer that really doesn't taste half bad. I notice that we can't be seen from the river, so I strip off my shorts and panties and ask Chuck to put sunscreen on my arse.As he's doing that, I hear a woman singing and I peek carefully through the bushes to see the blue canoe that we saw earlier. Different." But still pretty, right?" Yeah." It's the same with just about everything. Not everyone likes the same things, and not everyone thinks the same things are pretty. Depends on the person. Do you think your mommy is pretty?" Not as pretty as Aunt Izzy or Peggy."I'd had similar discussions with young girls at the clinic, and had a fairly good idea where this was coming from and where it was heading."Do you think Belle and Tink are prettier than you?" Yeah." What makes you think so?" I. The bedrooms weren’t very large, and the master bath was shower only. A tiny lot. Think Levittown South. I had been thinking about talking to Mom about it at some point but had never really done anything yet.That changed after we got frisky one day in my bedroom. I was lying on my back, with Mom bouncing on my cock while Sue got a mustache ride. Things were going quite swimmingly when suddenly my bedframe collapsed in a loud cracking crash. The three of us tumbled to the floor, thankfully.