There were no known protocols for this, so my wives, Kefira and I designed one ourselves. My wives and I promised to love and support Kefira throughou... our lives, Kefira promised her obedience as a child and to honor us as an adult. She defiantly ignored the likelihood that by the time she reached adulthood, my wives and I would be just a memory to her.And in the airlock now I had to smile at the political brilliance of the adoption. As my daughter, Kefira now is the inheritor of all the. ” She says to us, but she can’t stop grinning. She pulls her panties down around her ankles, then steps out and kicks them across the floor. Her pussy is a neatly trimmed little landing strip, barely an inch wide, almost an arrow pointing to a tiny little slice of heaven. She stands there for a second, one hand between her thighs idly touching working the hood of her clit, finger tip patting that little joy spot. She looks to Drew, pulling the most girly and innocent face you can imagine, and. She shut the car off and removed her sunglasses she threw them on the dashboard."Come on little boy, time to find out what you're made of!" she yelled. She turned up the radio, then exited the car.Jason got out, they were out in the middle of nowhere, in a thick of trees and grass, there was no one around, just them. Jason shoved his hands in his pockets and looked around.Erin grabbed his arm and pulled him along. She flopped on the ground and dug in her purse, she pulled out a baggie and a. "Leave the light off." Mom?" Shhhhh." Where are you?" Where do you think?" she giggled.I threw the covers off and stood up. I was naked. Where was my robe? Why was I worrying about my robe?"Come here," Mom whispered.Confused, with mind still full of cobwebs, I walked toward her voice, hands waving in the darkness in front of me. My fingertips found Mom. She was standing in the corner, apparently naked, holding her arms up. No, not holding up; they were held up. Mom had tied her hands together.