The strings holding up your thin blouse d****d over your shoulders supporting the thin material of your tan blouse. It was clear you were not wearing ... blouse as your pert nipples were obvious beneath the thin material of your blouse. Your jeans cling tightly to your hips and legs, appearing to almost be painted onto your body. The thin straps on your sandals d****d over your feet much like the blouse straps on your shoulders. When he inhaled, a hint of watermelon and cucumber along with some. It coated my daughter’s faces. Becky massaged my nuts, working out all my jizz. Sam stroked my cock with her milking grip.“Fuck!” I grunted. My body spasmed one final time as the last spurt of jizz spilled over Sam’s hand.With a moan, Becky turned her head and licked first. My shy, older daughter lapped up my jizz from her younger sister’s face. It was so exciting to watch. Her pink tongue gathered up that pearly spunk. Sam whimpered, her eyes fluttering.Then they attacked each other.I watched. " What? Who?" Mom." NO! You're not going to show Mom!" He seemed genuinely panicked at the suggestion."Sure. She's going to notice, you doof. If she didn't, I'd still show her." But WHY?" Because she's the one person who will appreciate it most. She will think it's just as hot as you do. And she will be very proud of you for doing it."Bud seemed stunned. The idea that his mother would be impressed by his sexual prowess was truly alien to him."I'm not saying you're wrong," he said, choosing his. The fact that I was kind of short was the one thing she pointed out. The dark hair and eyes was another thing (even though my mom has black hair too).“I’m just glad you didn’t get his nose,” my mom said one day, “That was his only real flaw. He had this terrible beak of a nose.”“I wish you’d just forget about him” I told her, “He’s gone, so what? He missed out on you.”We had been picking berries, which was a weekly thing. My mother was wearing a light blue dress and her black hair was up in a.