Stiffer and stiffer footsniffer. I want you to lick’em and sniff’em for me when we get home..." She used to sit in an armchair in heels and hose a...d make me sit on the floor before her. She would dangle her foot slowly up and down gradually exposing her heel then her sole , then ask me what it was I was looking at. She would wiggle her shoe at the tips of her toes until it finally fell to the floor. My heart would start to pound at the sight of her beautifully exposed foot and I was doubly. Before I grew hair on my pussy I had discovered how nice it feels to touch myself there.I'd grind my smooth little snatch against my fingers, and after a few years I had discovered how to achieve orgasm. Of course at the time I didn't know what it was so each night I'd put a pillow between my legs and dry hump until my pussy would twitch and my body would shudder with pleasure.After a while I'd experiment more and more... sliding a finger into my pussy, running my clit warm underwater, looking. .do it NOW!” John roared. Slowly Susansquatted over her daughter’s face and said, “youhave to lick me honey, go ahead it will be allright”. She ground her steaming wet pussy into herchild, rubbing it hard against her nose and mouth.The teenager could not breathe with her mother’spussy resting on her; bouncing and dripping on her. It had to stop-there was only one way. Donna beganto methodically lick her mother. As she swirled hertongue in Susan’s pussy, and. ’ ‘You called me Georgie-Girl when you woke up,’ she smiled. ‘Do you mind?’ ‘Not at all … as long as it’s you. Special privilege for a special man.’ ‘In that case, I can live with Johnny from Nan and you,’ I grinned, taking her hand and squeezing it.’ As if on cue, a short, balding man entered the room. The smock and the stethoscope were a give-away. He was my doctor, I presumed. ‘Nice to see you awake and alert already Mr. Smith. By the way, is that your real name?’ he grinned. ‘Yes sir, it.