After a couple of minutes of licking and fondling her nipple my hand finally traveled down to her soaking wet pussy. The vanity right were her pussy ...as had a puddle of her juice and my fingers were soaking wet. I had left her nipples when I found out that me playing with her nipples has made her pussy wet. I knelt down so I was staring at her pussy. I looked up at her and I could see it in her eyes that she wanted me to eat out her perfectly shaven pussy. I first rubbed up and down on her. Slow dancing - first separately, bodies press tightly to him, then the three of them moving in a hug to a slow foxtrot. It was soon very clear that these were NOT daughters. At the very least, they did not have daughterly designs on him!From a well-preserved distance, a cadre of family spouses, companions, and children watched avidly. Coaching from the sponsor-wives and companions seemed to be working quite well. Michael had no idea that this event was raising the expectations bar for the Owen. It was the most perfect cock I've ever seen, and because of my job, I've seen alot. It was large and thick, with a gentle curve. I wanted it deep inside of me, right then and there, but knew that we couldn't. The truck was too cramped, and we couldn't fuck outside, not in this weather, in broad daylight. If it was night, and my car, I'd let him take me right on the hood.I went back down on his cock. Closing my lips around it, I used long, steady sucks. I took my left hand and put it up his. Servants. The sweet lady who cared for our house and did the cooking, Ysabela Luna, was more my parent than dear Dad was.Her English was heavily accented but much better than my Spanish, although I made a concerted effort to learn Spanish. I did pretty good. Ysabela was good and honest and religious. Every dime she made went either right back to her Guatemalan family or into a savings account, but honestly, she had a daughter here in Houston, a grey-eyed Anglo daughter whom she graced with long.