Emily had never been kissed this way before and she liked it. She responded by opening her little red lips to her mother's searching tongue. Alena fli...ked around her daughter's mouth with her tongue, and sucked on her daughter's lips with a slight nip from time to time. Their mingling breathes, their mingling saliva, had them both working themselves up to a sexual heat. Slowly, whilst still kissing her daughter passionately, Alena started undoing Emily's little dress at the back. Emily felt her. I picked it up and the thong was soaking. The inside of the crotch was covered in a thick white substance...the dirty pervert had cum in my used thong!I felt so disgusting and dirty and immediately turned the shower on, lifted my skirt, peeled down my tights and current damp panties and started furiously rubbing my clit. I was soaking. The pants I was wearing today were practically wetter than the thong in the basket that he had just cum on. I plunged 2 fingers into my 17 year old pussy. ‘Oh, come on, now, what could be more entertaining than beating on a clown? Hey, Janey, when’s the last time you got to beat on a clown?’ Janey pretended to consider the question. ‘Hmmm. Come to think of it, not since breakfast. How about you, Desiree?’ The young mulatto girl feigned a shudder. ‘I don’t mess with clowns. They’re *scary*.’ Desiree gave Wellington another shove. Wellington looked offended. ‘Madame, please! I am a jester, an honorable profession and a position entailing some. Frankly, I love what you've done so far. I don't take it personally. I know you really love me; still, you'd better slow down. I do have a rather strong masochistic streak that I never knew I had. I love the humiliation, though I hate it. I do love watching people have sex, and I will go to extremes to do so, as I have demonstrated. There are limits, however. I'm not sure what mine are. This Saturday night thing that Susan has worked up may be it. I don't know. I am trying to get mentally.