I have like ten things I'd like to do with her, but I'm being polite. Chelsea looks at Sara and says," Ok, give us a show with breakfast. Strip down a...d show off that gorgeous figure." Me and Chelsea sit on the edge of the bed and start eating, watching Sara. As Sara is unbuttoning her dress shirt, she says," That's one of the tamest requests I've gotten. Usually guys are quick to screw me or have me blow them." Chelsea replies," Speaking of that, why do you work this job? You give in to. I like that. Mmm, that's my clit, you naughty futa!”My hand rubbed at my jeans, my sweat soaking in the denim as I watched my mother squirm and gasp. Her head tossed back and forth. Her face scrunched up. Her whimpers echoed through the room. Her back arched and her breasts jiggled with their full plumpness. My hands crept higher up my jeans as she twisted her nipples.My futa-sister's licking grew louder and louder. I could hear her feasting on our mother's juices. I worked my tongue across the. But I was still worried that I could lose her to Tom, who had better long term job prospects, so I asked her to marry me when I felt we were old enough to become engaged.”“How old were you?”“Fifteen.”“And how old do you have to be to marry over here?”“Sixteen, by special marriage licence, twenty-one without parental approval.”“And how old were you when you joined up at the start of the war?”“Almost sixteen, short by a couple of months. Mild is three months younger than me. Tom was a month older. Let’s get to our favourite number!Looking at my mobile as I pushed the send button, I grinned happily and waited patiently for her next text, contentedly playing with myself.Oh fuck, darling. I can feel your hot breath on my cunt. Baby, this is so hot, I love it when we go down on each other. You turn me on so much, xxx.Sooooo, I wasn’t the only horny one here. I guessed, probably correctly, that Victoria was busy ramming a couple of fingers inside her delicious pussy while rubbing her engorged.