Even though I’d already had my own orgasm, I hoped she wasn’t ready to stop.“Ummhmm, you’re my little fuck slut; aren’t you?” she again as...ed.“Yes, please, please let me finish,” I pleaded.“Oh, don’t worry, you aren’t done yet.”As she slid off my face, her crotch descended onto my cum soaked stomach. As she rubbed her pussy across my belly, I thought she would start to play with her clit and bring herself to orgasm as she stroked her pussy across my softening cock. Instead, she picked herself. She felt fingers scrabbling along her thigh and massaging her pussy and clit through the satin panties.‘Mmm’ she said as her head bobbed up and down and she gasped as the fingers moved the panties to one side and started to rub her clit and finger her. Then they moved back to her nipples and started rubbing them and rubbing her clit.Kim sat up, her date’s cock still in her hand and looked around. Another man was stroking her clit and he moved his hand. ‘You looked pre-occupied’ he smiled ‘and I. "I've wanted to do this for years, but you were married and I was just your pain in the ass little cousin. Whenever we came over for picnics during the summer I always wore my sexiest bikinis hoping that you would notice."Looking back, I had noticed and had enjoyed watching her grow into the woman that she is now. "Oh, I noticed, so did Julie." Julie was my ex-wife and she had hated when Kelly would come over to swim. She would always bitch about how skimpy Kelly's bathing suits were and had. Sometimes it was getting “fucks”, sometimes “jacking off”, sometimes “masturbating”, like Daddy showed them both on her first night of Becoming A Woman. Well, I’ll learn it all someday, thought Cassy. I’m so glad I have Mommy and Daddy to teach me. “I want to be your whore, Mommy.” “Well Cassy! That’s an unusual thing to ask. I guess yeah, you can be my whore if you want. Hey, how about I be your whore?” Cassy didn’t need to reflect on this – “That’ll be fun, won’t it, Mommy? We can.