Sometimes mysteriously she told us she had to spend the day away, but it was no more than twice or three times a week and usually at the weekends. Wel..., I was very curious, I imagined she had a good weekend job, they usually pay a little better, but I couldn't imagine what could pay so well as to let her have that amount of money and all that free time.One day I got so pissed off with being so broke that I asked her and she got all flushed, you know really embarrassed. I couldn't understand it. She would suck her daughter's pussy juice mixed with this man's precum from the material. She knew that she would. Knowing that her daughters were completely aware of what she was doing' and watching her do it was a whole new dimension of eroticism in her mind. She opened her eyes and started moving forward."Wait a minute," Bill ordered. He needed another moment or two so he could get control of himself. "We don't want to get all this juice on your t-shirt."Bill looked at Susan, and asked,. It'd also raise the possibility of some parent getting upset that I'd touched Little Suzy's or Little Johnny's bottom. Getting accused of being some sort of sexual pervert was the last thing I needed, as my ability to deny it would be severely compromised by my wearing bright yellow Speedos.We played "Girl Tossing" three times that afternoon, in the big pool inside and the fun pool outside. It was a good way of flirting with dozens of other girls. I'd had very little experience at successful. "You've slept the afternoon away. We're heading out in an hour."I watched the ladies as they filed out and tried to shake the grogginess from my head. The party started at eight. That means that I slept for like four hours. I grabbed my iPod and my book and went to my room to get ready, though it wasn't going to take me nearly as long as the girls.I stripped down to my nothingness and hopped in the shower, starting it fairly cold to help wake me up. Once I was sufficiently coherent, I made.