In June we found ourselves in Houston, Texas. There was an antique car auction held in the city and Supergirl figured there was money to be made.“Yo... are so soft,” she moaned as she licked my pussy.“Mm, and you make me crazy, please let me come.” I moaned.She had been at it for almost half an hour and kept pulling back when I was on the verge of coming.“No, not yet.”Her tongue worked my clit and I grabbed the sheets harder, arching my back. The hotel room was quiet apart from my moans and the. "Where's your sheep?" In the den," I answered. "It's the only room in the house that the men can claim for their own, and if any women don't like it, they can stay in the kitchen or the bedroom where they belong."I purposely leered at Bev as I was saying this. She stuck her tongue out and said, "It's perfectly acceptable now that Rosa's cleaned it. It looks very nice with the head mounted on the wall and the rug next to the pool table. I'd even consider using the skin as a bath mat now that it. As she got out of the taxi and wobbled up the path she noticed Joel's light was still on. Anne giggled to herself wondering if they were wanking into her panties. As she entered the house Joel called down for her to come to his room. As Anne entered the room Joel was stood wearing a tight-fitting dress, stockings, and high heels with makeup on, and his hair curled. Sam was wearing a silky body stocking with stockings and high heels. Before she could say anything Joel started kissing her on the. Both her intuition and her mind told her that her mother was far from angry over the incident. Rather, Charlene got the distinct feeling that, like herself, her mother was relatively pleased over the way things had begun to turn out. Charlene was coming to realize that she had a streak of voyeurism within her -- and that it was evidently inherited from her mother.But there was a fly in the ointment. Her mother certainly could have stayed home after work that evening, affording the two of them.