The delightfully tart taste of her pussy juice quickly coated my tongue. I pulled out and speared my tongue into her again and again, and again. Midge...cried out with each penetration, and I could feel her body quaking as another orgasm readied itself for a tumultuous explosion. I remember the sun was setting, and there was just the soft light of dim bulb in the far side of the room --- Midge’s thighs were spayed about as wide as possible without breaking or pulling something apart --- I was. I take a deep breath and muster up the strength to ask-- but she interrupts with a deep kiss. Before I can think, my shirt is off and we're fondling each other. I get her out of her clothes and go down on her with the same enthusiasm as my first time tasting her. I'm rock hard as I get her across the finish line the first time and enter her roughly to a gasp and moan of pleasure. She scratches my back as I make love to her. I feel her clinch around me numerous times before climaxing inside. Here it comes.” I came on his tongue. He lapped my pussy cream up. He was a fantastic pussy eater. “Lady, your cunt tastes so good. I want to play a little game with you. It’s called the alphabet game. I'll lick words on your pussy and you'll guess what they are. Want to play, slut?” “What a sexy game, sweetie. This cougar would love to play that with you. What is your name by the way?” “Harry is my name. Guess the first word lady.” His tongue was tracing letters on my pussy. I was really. Although both of them told her how wrong sex was between family members, to her surprise her mother somewhat condoned the practice, telling her not to condemn her friend because there was no way of knowing if maybe she was forced or even if maybe there was something in her genes that fueled the urges. And even though her father didn't comment, Etta couldn't help but notice that as she and her mother discussed this topic, he seemed to be studying her reaction.Etta was very confused. The thought.