“Fuck her fucking slut face!” My wife tends to use the most filthy language when she gets really excited.I pulled Emily back onto me. “Fuck her ...ard!” I urged my wife. “Fuck her really hard!”“You too!” my wife breathed. “Let’s fucking spitroast the dirty whore good and proper.”“Stuff her full of cock, just like she’s always dreamed of,” I agreed.Once again, I was being too rough on Emily, who twisted her head. Once again I slapped my cock against her face as she coughed, a rope of saliva. ”“Well, you have a nice touch. You’re a natural.” Emily took a deep breath and relaxed her body.Kurt continued to wash her back. She started to thank him, believing that he was done.“I can do more, Emily, that is…if you want,” he whispered into her ear.“Oh, Okay, well sure I suppose. I am in your good hands,” she said, surprising him and giving him encouragement to go further.His hands reached down to her ass. Kurt was in a trance as he rubbed his youthful hands on her perfect ass cheeks. . Bill's tongue began to lap the puddled semen on Salina's back. She sensed he wanting to go lower. “Bill, it's OK if you lick my pussy clean.”Bill needed no additional encouragement. He bent down so his knees were on the floor, his face inches from her pussy.He licked the milky sperm that ran in rivulets around her labia. Salina suddenly felt Bill's tongue pass over her clitoris, also soaked with John's semen. Salina moaned in response.She looked over her shoulder and could see Bill's lips. “This was so embarrassing,” she thought, “to be eighteen years old and having your mother give you a bath.” She walked towards the buth and slowly reached a foot in, her hands still covering her body as best they could. She felt a shiver run through her as she slowly moved reached her hands out to steady herself.She felt her mother’s soft hands steady her back, rubbing gently against her back and guiding her into the tub.“Hand me the soap dear,” Linda’s mother pointed to the bar of soap at the.