Michelle, meanwhile, rewarded her girl by dropping her face into the hairless, fat lipped cunt of her daughter and slobbering in between them, droolin... her saliva al over the girl's crotch. Every now and then the woman would delve her tongue further down, into the dark, tight hole of her daughter's shithole, and wiggle the tip of her tongue to beyond the tightly clasping sphincter. This all continued, until Michelle suddenly felt empty, and didn't know why. That was until she felt her son. Next, Mace cut and ripped the blouse from her body. When they saw her heavy, rounded breasts encased in her tight bra forcing gorgeous cleavage, they glanced at each other to signal the upcoming good time. Not wanted to waste time, Stan slid his knife under the center of her bra and with a smooth deft movement sliced the bra in half. Dolly's bra sprang apart and her gorgeous globes lolled out upon her chest. Mace could not control his lust for these fantastic tits. He dove down on the helpless. I mean, not yet. Im having fun. What if we just, I dont know, played? He looked like he was trying not to laugh, but he raised an eyebrow. Played? Yeah, like go down the slide, swing, play tag, spin around in circles until we fall. This time, he did laugh. But, he looked game. He made his way to the swings and I followed him, plopping down to one right next to him, and started to swing. We laughed as we swung, seeing who could go higher. He kept winning, but mostly because I didnt want my. What do you think about Bridget?"He let out a resigned sigh. "Most any husband would know that's a loaded question. If I say that she's pretty, then you'll ask if she's prettier than you. Any answer I give will only lead to my getting into trouble."She reached to catch her husband's hand as it approached her pussy. "Please stay away from there for now. We both know I'll lose my train of thought as soon as you touch me. Now answer me. And I'm not trying to get you into trouble – far from.