“Mrs. Flowers, would you please hold the basin under her and near her cunt so that the juices are caught? We will need those later on.” You feel y...u mother moving a plastic basin under your exposed cunt. “That’s great Mrs Flowers.” Your mother responds, “I hope it’s okay that my daughters pussy juices are on my hand and fingers.” I tell her, “It’s okay. Now if you could hold part her pussy lips so I can begin to milk her clit.” You immediately drop your head to the table and say “you’re going. He kept saying, "That's it,baby," and "Don't stop, that's great." I loved hearing his encouragement and it made me go on, more determined to take him deeper.A couple of times I would pull his cock out and lick and nibble along the length of his tool, finishing with love bites on his enormous ball sack before returning to his joy stick. I only met this cock moments ago, and I was in love with it! I was groaning; in pure ecstasy, as I worshipped it with my mouth and tongue. My mouth was still. It was like pulling teeth but, as I learned more, it made more sense.The two girls, named Tuesday and Wednesday, were the children of a couple who were, for lack of a better term, cultists. There was tiny group in South Dakota who claimed to trace their roots back to the Rigdonites, one of the original splinter groups that left the Latter Day Saints (Mormon Church) after the death of Joseph Smith in 1844.Women were less than second class citizens in this sect, being forbidden to speak in public. ” He feels my pussy contract as the flood gates open and I cum all over his tongue. He laps up my juices like he’s licking an ice cream cone on a hot summer’s day. My hands on his head as he continues to lick and suck my clit as my orgasm subsides, trailing up my stomach to my mouth he kisses me deep and long. Spreading my juices all over my lips and inside my mouth as our tongues explore one another’s mouth as if was the first time. He unzips his pants and drops them to the floor. He turns me.