She looked down just as she pulled down my boxers freeing my rigid dick from it's restraint smacking her in the face she leaned back got a wicked grin...on her face I took hold of her from the back of her head and pulled her to within inches of my throbbing purple head she knew what I expected and went right to it she began flicking her tongue against the purple throbbing tip of my dick.She worked her tongue around the head down the shaft and up again before taking it in her mouth when she did I. Now Becky’s rolling of her nipples had more friction and became a pinching of them. Much more enjoyable.Becky washed Amy’s stomach. As she was doing this, she realized that Amy’s legs were trembling.“Are you OK mom?”“Becky, I’m so tired I can’t stand any more.”Becky stoppered the tub and it began to fill with water. She turned off the shower and lowered her mother into the rising water. Becky soaped her hands again and started to wash her mom’s pussy. She was surprised that Amy had opened. She already put her lips on it, was a little tongue all that different?She leaned back down towards his awaiting cock. Once again she was greeted by the same unique aroma that now seemed to really draw her in. This time, instead of puckering her lips she opened her mouth slightly. As they touched his bulging member she extended her tongue and began to massage the tip. The taste of his skin matched the aforementioned smell and while she thought she should be repulsed for some strange reason she. Ellen's throat went dry.She was holding out her hand.As if in a dream, Ellen felt herself reach out. Hope's hand was soft, warm, the skin dry, but touching it was electric, as if a lightning bolt suddenly speared up from the floor and rammed straight up Ellen's slit, exploding in a hot, roiling mushroom cloud of sexual pleasure in the refold folds of her quivering cunt.“Hi Hope,” she managed, her voice sounding strange, strained almost, to her own ears.Again, the young woman held her hand just.