“Usual stuff girls do,” my daddy responded. The door then shut.“We need to talk,” my daddy said.“Was their crime that bad,” Carrie’s dad...asked.“Your daughter and my daughter said you sexually had your way with them,” my daddy said.The outer hallway went silent. Then Carrie’s dad started crying. He started crying that he was weak, and that he needed help. “Tell me exactly what happened?” daddy demanded.He told my daddy exactly what happened the day before. Hearing it from his point of view got. ” Agnes stroked my cock in silence for a few moments before she said, “You do like my ass, don’t you, John.”“I love your ass, Agnes,” I answered, feeling my juices beginning to boil. This witch knew what to do and say to get me orgasmic.“You like to bury it in my ass and hear me talk dirty to you, don’t you John?”“Yes, I do, baby. You go a little crazy when I fuck your beautiful ass.”Agnes knew she had me right where she wanted me. She took my cock back into her mouth, squeezed my balls and hot. .this got me even harder).she put eyeliner, bright red lipstick everything on me. she told me since I was a maid I should clean the room, while she makes a call to her mother about next weeks plans. I had the music on and was cleaning for about 15 minutes or so, I didnt even hear her come back in. I froze when I turned around and saw her standing there with her ex boyfriend and his brother. They said they heard I was a pretty sissy maid and liked being a slut. My wife was standing there. "Now you lick me!" She demanded in her best German accent.Mom crawled on her hands and knees, smiling and knelt next to me. Cindy thrust her pelvis at mom who buried her face into the wet pussy in front of her. I watched fascinated as my mother concentrated on the task. She was very deliberate and slow in her actions and the effect it was having on Cindy was obvious.When Cindy eventually pulled her hips away from mom's face, a clear string of pussy juice and spit formed from her clit to the tip.