She apologized and said that's ok. I will not tell anyone. Ask me if I got excited often? Yes, she told how she could feel it when we danced. I blushe... and bowed my head. She reached over and kissed my head. stand up please, I did, She hugged me and ask, ever kissed a girl? Yes a few girls. Give me a kiss and show me, I kissed her like a grand mom. NO, kiss me like a lover, I did a little better. She told me a few things including keeping my mouth dryer. We practiced and the hard on returned.. And she replied..?" Oh yes mummy - she said she looked up the ‘I’ word in an encyclopedia and couldn't find any mention of mother/daughter sex - so we are absolutely fine".Gently easing the dildo out of her daughter's slick cunt: "I didn't realise you had been filming us - I hope it doesn't show our faces. You never know what pervert might be watching it". Then "oh has daddy seen it?" Of course silly, he helped me set up the phone on the tripod hidden over there - he's probably watching us now.. I keep making adjustments. I must have opened thedoor only to close it like 100 times, I don't know. I sat down and justas I was about to give up, "Do It" by the Spice Girls comes on. Hearingthat song gave me the push to get up, adjust my dress one last time,open the door, and watch it close behind me. I could hear my heartbeat.It was hard and heavy and fast. I was so nervous. But I had to justbelieve that this was me. So I walked down the empty (luckily) hall tothe elevator. The doors. She didn’t bother putting on her panties in the rush. As he moved under her, she stopped giggling and started moaning. Her intentions on focusing were slowly slipping away as she felt her pressing against her.“Undo my breeches and do it again,” he begged.Without another word, she shifted just enough to untie his breeches and free his cock. She easily moved over him and slid his shaft into her, moving back and forth enjoying how it felt pushing inside her and spreading her open. She moaned.