We put in our order for drinks, and I ordered the Fries Basket, and a side of tartar sauce. Yeah, I know it sounds weird, but I like tartar sauce with...fries. Debra raised her eyes at me. She claimed she was not hungry."Something I picked up while I was in England. Eating french fries with tartar sauce is quite good, really," I said with a smile."Oh! You've been to England? How nice," Debra said sincerely."So, what brings you to my graduation?" I asked curiously."First, I want to say I didn't. The combat veteran of bloody wars in the Holy Land stripped the remaining clothing from the older female’s body with spirited relish at violating her feminine dignity. After all, the pair were criminals and their class status made them subject to his desires as that was his granted right on his own land.He had to admit the older woman was still an attractive bitch and that her glorious bush was of a nature that attracted his personal passion for carnal relations. The daughter was still wearing. I shrank back as far as I could, but she turned on her bottom as she sat next to me, put her feet up on the other end, and lay down on my lap, so her head was now resting on the right arm of the couch. “See?” she said, smiling up at me, “You can’t get away.”“Come on,” I said, “Now, you’re being silly.”“You’re the one being silly,” Karla said, still lying across my lap, “carrying on over nothing. So what, you got a horn. Big deal. Guys get ‘em all the time.” She reached up with her right hand,. Olivia licked her lips, sticky with my juices. “What about my... my...?”“Boobies?” I asked her. “I've seen tits before. I’ve got a big pair myself. Don't be shy. I have to massage your front, and that includes your chest. So just roll over.”“Okay, she whimpered.I lifted up her towel, flashing her naked rump. Her mother licked her lips again, quivering. Then the girl turned over, her bush a delicious, trimmed patch on her pubic mound. I could see a hint of her slit before I settled her towel.