Cara sits up on the bed above Stacy. Her cream robe hangs open, revealing the woman's immaculate, smooth body. Every time Stacy takes a breath in, she...feels Cara's wet pheromones filling her insides. "Yes, please, Miss Cara," Stacy admits, trying to behave. She keeps fighting the urge to beg to be let out of her belt and be given a release. "Yes, what?" Cara demands, retracting her delicious fingers slightly. "May I please taste your pussy?" Stacy requests, again trying not to sound too. "Now usually," she continued. "I make my mail carrier get right down to business. No fooling around. But I can tell the boys didn't tell you about me. You came to me with a bursting bladder, right?"Brendan could only nod down at her, dumbly."Then I'll help you with what you clearly want, big boy," she nodded to his straining cock. "So you can give me what I want."And with that, she engulfed his cock head in her hot mouth. Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit. Brendan's flabbergasted brain could only. She bought into their animosity, in the fear of magical reprisal against him. Her mother hides things well. It took detail, Grandfather. Specifics. It helped that I actually saw the diseased carcasses specifically placed in the stream. And she did know the timing of the disease, her village being struck and the other village following after her mother found the source and the cure." And the fact that she didn't share the knowledge with the other healer." That could have swayed her. Her mother. ” I held a handful of my daughter's hair as I stared down her back at her rump, still pink from her spanking yesterday. Valerie moaned about my dick as my wife sat down beside me. Anna had a bright smile on her red lips, her amulet swaying between her naked tits. She leaned back on the couch, watching with smoky eyes.My dick throbbed and ached. Society thought this was wrong, but my wife knew best. Our daughter had to be a good girl. We couldn't let her be a wild slut. A tramp. I had to be.