When I'm eighteen, no one can stop me then, can they?" Erin giggled as she downed her iced tea and chowed down on her plate of meatloaf and mashed pot...toes."That's true, Erin. We'll figure out a way, of course. Don't you worry your pretty head about that," I promised her."Well, in the meantime, I enjoy being in your company and eating your food, as do Deanna and Steph," Erin snickered, while Stephanie stood up and mooned her, and Deanna flipped her the bird."Maybe, just maybe, there might be a. She took her wet fingers and swirled them on my clit. It sent me over the edge.I screamed, “Oohh baby, uunngg, your making mommy cum honey!”I felt a tide of fluids squirt from my hole. I felt waves of gushing orgasms one after another. As the sensations subsided, I felt my daughter licking my pussy, diligently trying to lick up all of my cum.Lacey looked up at me. Her face glistened from my juice. I handed her my slip, and she wiped off her face. She crawled beside me and thanked me for showing. Be my guest!" Eddy said, standing back and gesturing towards Kelly's lovely rounded rear. Terry stepped forward, cradling his thick shaft, and rubbed the head along Kelly's slit. My wife gasped! Terry kept working his knob back and forth along the slit, and her panting became more urgent! "She gettin' wetter bro?" Eddy asked, and Terry, definitely the less talkative of the two, just grunted and nodded! Seconds later he suddenly slipped about half his shaft into Kelly! She yelped! I held my. “Ok, don’t say I didn’t warn you. Go talk to Vinny,” Amber said, pointing to the stage manager. Vinny was what you might expect in a stage manager for a burlesque house. He was in his 60’s, beer belly, silk button-down shirt, gold chain, half-eaten cigar, and hair slicked back with enough oil to see your reflection. “I want in,” I said to him as I walked up to him at the bar where he was cashing out the night. “No, you don’t, Dorothy.” That was my nickname because I was from the Midwest and.