She squeezed one of Theresa’s breasts, then the other, then moved her hand slowly down across her belly until she finally reached her clit and start...d teasing it. It wasn’t long before Theresa erupted in another orgasm, yelling loudly, and then collapsed on the bed. Jennifer got down beside her and snuggled with her.After a few minute’s rest, Theresa reached down and took hold of the cock, still wet with her juices. “Do I get to use this on you now?”“You damn well better,” Jennifer said,. "Do you remember when I left, right after I learned that your pussy was sealed? I met Sara and she helped me seal mine the same way. Today, we will both ride spits at the same time, making it a true mother-daughter experience." "That's why you wanted us to eat your nipples and clit and for you to eat some of mine." When dad gets back from wherever he went, we will eat my nipples before I start preparing myself for the spit." He went to get a second table, thinking it is for Sara, and we. .. something I had bought a bunch of because I liked the smell. Smell and taste are not necessarily inclusive.When I dabbled with tobacco ... I took up the pipe. I took up the pipe because she said I should; a pipe was dignified. She? Damned if I remember.If the tobacco smelled awful ... it tasted pretty good. If the smell was pleasant? Eww!Back to coffee. If anyone figures out how to make coffee taste as good as it smells? I understand the Germans are working on it.But breakfast? I suppose it. It's the idea of losing your mind that scares me. I've seen it happen and I pray it doesn't happen to me.But I digress. Normally, when I return from one of my visits, the first thing I do is walk round the garden. My reason, should I ever be asked, would be that I like to check that there have been no disasters during my absence; that none of the trees have blown down, the dahlia's are still standing, the snails haven't managed to consume the entire bed of hostias, that sort of thing. The real.