Jennifer was often described as librarianish. She was 5’6′ 135 pounds and 28 years old. While she was pretty enough she didn’t really put a lot ...nto her looks. She dressed nice, but conservatively. And, along with the glasses, she usually acted rather reserved, all contributing to the way she was interpreted by others. She was defiantly not a risk taker. At 28, she was in the middle of her age group in book club but was one of only two girls who were not married and never had been. She had had. "There's still fire in those eyes lady," he mocked me, "but we'll change that soon enough. So tell me, is your cunt getting wet to go with those hard nipples? Is this getting you all turned on? Go on, feel your cunt, put your fingers in and feel how wet you are..."He let go of me and I let one of my hands drop to my pussy, I gave a gasp of shock when I felt how wet I'd become. As I pushed a couple of fingers into myself I felt a familiar tingle of excitement start up, it was impossible yet. It would indeed be the ultimate expression of her love for her son. She could almost see it. Almost.Give it time. No need to rush.Audrey looked up and caught Henry staring at her, his brow furrowed. He scrutinized her as if he had just seen her do something bad. She gave him a small frown in return. She hated it when he stared at her like that. Little wonder she never felt the urge to relieve her sexual desires with him anymore.Jason passed as he returned from the kitchen, and he briefly stared. I did as he said and he then got onto his knees and slid my shorts off, exposing my wet, sensitive clit to the afternoon air."You're so wet baby." He noted."You made me this wet daddy." I purred. Without warning or hesitation daddy pushed his head inbetween my legs, causing me to jerk slightly as his tongue connected my with swollen pussy. "Oh my god, daddy!" I almost screamed, his tongue was working my clit good and proper when he slid his two fingers back into me. "Right there. Don't stop..