Walking up to the biggest tree, I took hold of a branch hanging over the sidewalk, leaned in close to the buds and breathed deeply. Ah! The glorious a...brosia those blossoms offered was still there! My inner child was doing a thousand cartwheels. ‘Take some of them home! Take them ALL home! Let’s BURY the mattress!’ Forgetting I was probably being stared at by passing traffic, I buried my face in a huge bunch, letting the petals tickle my cheeks. Laughter floated all around me, urging me with. “And it's so hot to transgress,” I groaned, my pussy clenching, my eyes fixed. My daughter shuddered, her small tits swaying beneath her as she humped back into Phillipa's hungry mouth.The married woman had her face buried into my daughter's shaved snatch. She licked with such an eager hunger, her tongue licking and sliding through my daughter's folds. I groaned, my dick throbbing in Monique's sliding tits.Then my eyes noticed Monique's ass wiggling in her skirt. These two curving, plump rumps.. My naughty little minx did promise me though that she would have it done permanently if I liked it. And I did like it. Very much. Very horny...April came along all too soon. Time for us to pack up and start work on the ship, a new experience for me and a chance for Josie to get back to doing what she loved- singing for the public. Archie was home the weekend we set off and drove us down to the docks in Palma where he exchanged tearful farewells with Josie and a warm hug with me. Probably a bit. We talked for a while and I was admiring her looks mid-conversation. We had a good time and went our separate ways. I was happy with how the day went.On my way home, I texted her to ask if she reached. She sent a picture of a traffic jam. So I replied, “Text me when you reach.”5 minutes later, she sent a snap captioned, “Reached”. It was a mirror selfie. Her hand was on her waist, and her hair was open. My junior girl looked hot!I replied, “Okayyy girl! ????” (with the thirst emoji). To which.