I was such a bad mother. I had converted my bratty daughter Alison and her best friend into my lesbian sex slaves and my youngest daughter, Janet, int... my lover.She was far better than that bitch Bianca. I hoped she contracted every venereal disease fucking all those asshole men in Vegas. I hoped they left her dripping cum. Cunt! I can’t believe I loved her. I can’t believe I trusted her.My fingers clenched on the bedspread savoring Bianca’s daughter rimming my asshole. Lily’s tongue pressed. ’ That brought him back, he looked up with a grin. ‘Do you want to try that?’ She nodded, lazily, ‘Alright, turn right, and go through the door with the hands on it. This is the massage room, and shirts aren’t allowed in here.’ Slowly, mechanically, she pulled out her shirt, and we helped her out of it. Meanwhile, I motioned for us to switch, and took over rubbing her back. ‘That’s better,’ I thought for her, and I must admit with no false modesty that it was true. I was a better masseur than. Over dinner, we started to chit-chat. I asked her what the party was for and she told me it was because her husband was promoted and was moving to Dubai for a couple of years. While she said that with enthusiasm and a smile on her face, I could feel her pain. My dirty mind kept thinking maybe this will give me a chance to explore her the way I want to……………I kept my hand softly on hers and looked into her eyes. I wanted to let her know that I’ll be there even when her husband is gone to a. Sometimes it would pull away and she could hear David’s tongue licking it. Sometimes David’s tongue would simply lick up the mixture. He didn’t follow a set pattern she he licked up and down and around her thighs, which were quivering in such a way that they weren’t much good for walking for a while. She certainly gave a thought to crushing his head or neck between them if he didn’t … hurry … the fuck … UP. At last he reached her juncture, his destination. Or was it? Kayla heard him blowing.