. women ... get ... mmmmmmmm ... pregnant!"Then she couldn't talk any more as the orgasm washed over her in full and her whole body seemed to vibrate....And the combination of what she was doing, and what she'd said just blew away any thought of controlling myself any longer. I just let my balls loose and flooded her with a fresh crop of sperm, made in the short time since I had flooded her daughter with the last batch.After our orgasms she kept me tightly in her, and became much more. It’s like I’m trying to seduce her. I started massaging her legs.Me: Are you okay, honey? Do you like it?Amy: Yes! Please continue.My hands moved to her thighs and then I placed them on her buttocks. My hands were resting on her butts and I started kneading her ass. Wow, it seems she likes it! After feeling those lovely bums, I moved up to massage her back.Amy: Uh, I needed this!Me: We are just halfway done, honey. Could you please, turn around?She turned around and lay on her back. I started. She massaged my twat with her naughty tongue. She caressed my labia and clit, running back and forth. I groaned, trying to keep my passion quiet so my daughter wouldn’t hear her mother’s naughty sounds.This was so wicked. I shouldn’t be doing this, but the taboo thrill of it rippled through me. It wasn’t like I was touching my daughter. What went on here was already illegal. I never should have gotten involved—it would be the end of my career if this got out—but I couldn’t help it. I loved. .. well... what I always do! Get the people around me going and having fun so that others want to join in and open up as well. So I went back to the bar and told the bartender to send shots of tequila to my table... 3 shots per person (18 shots) as well as 3 more bottles of wine. By this time the speakers had stopped running their mouths and music was playing so it was free game. The more my table drank, the louder they got and the more the tables around us joined in. I also noticed a lot of.