I force her to lick up my spit, to clean off her daughter. I get up and move around to the other side of the girls. Ella is quietly crying and sniffl...ng, just laying her head on her mother’s belly, enduring like a champ. I lift her up by the strap around her waist, shifting her head closer to Grace’s pussy. Grace’s head now out of reach of Ella’s pussy, she lets her head fall back limp, her pretty head and hair hanging down loosely. I grab little Ella by her silky black hair and shove her face. She tasted delicious and she was so hot. After a while we decided to go out for breakfast so showered together then dressed, she very sparsely with a tiny thong and triangle bikini and bra with a see through sarong. We walked down to the town we sat at an open air café on the sea front I looked at her pussy which had by now eaten the thong her lips were hanging low and you could she was wet, very wet indeed. The staff served us very attentively especially the waiter who was there constantly. We diverted our path towards some Bushy area. She was wearing a legging and kurta and I was wearing t-shirt and jeans.We hugged each other and when I was progressing to smooch her she resisted later we hugged more passionately as it was very cold in the flow we started smooching like amateurs then it was a proper one with exchange of saliva we continued like animals, With a tongue fight it was getting hot I cupped her boobs on top of her Kurta and she opened her eyes to stop it but there was a. Her clit actually nudged out from under its hood and showed its pink self. It was very pink and very wet as well. I ran my finger down one side like she did me and then back up the other. Her lips quivered as I did. Sissy moaned and the wetness got even wetter. For some reason, I so wanted to lick it. I really did not know why, but I wanted to taste my sister’s pussy. I had tasted her milk after all, so what would it hurt to taste the goodness between her legs? I had no idea what the hell I was.