I obediently stood in front of him while he still sat in his chair.“Strip.”“Here?”“Yeah. Here.”“But—““But, nothing. Don't make me ...epeat myself. I said strip,” he said with so much authority.I was scared we would get caught, but I was also so turned on. The adrenaline I felt was unexplainable. I finally got rid of my thoughts and started to remove my clothes.I took off my shirt and pants. I gave him a personal striptease as I went on to remove my bra and panties. In a matter of a minute, I. “I want that,” I groaned, my mouth watering. My hands grabbed her hips. “I want that so badly.”She grabbed a fistful of my blonde hair and yanked my head to her pussy, saying, “Course you do. You’re a nasty, little pervert.”She pressed my mouth against her shaved pussy. Her hot flesh rubbed on my lips. Daddy’s salty cum coated my lips along with her tangy cream. I shuddered, my hands gripping her thighs as she whimpered. Her hips ground her snatch against me, smearing her cunt across my mouth.. My Mother was, of course, correct. We received the list and quantity of food that we were to prepare on Monday. It was similar to what we had prepared for previous Thanksgiving dinners. The system had been worked out in our Great Grandmother's time and expanded as necessary over the intervening years. It had also been adjusted so that each family worked on what they did best, at least as far as possible. Additionally there were extra pies and Christmas cookies made by each family for their own. As she unpacked the stuff Kathleen realised we had not put in a blanket and an argument started as to whose fault it was. Kathleen said that she was not going to sit on the grass and would just have to sit on me. A scuffle ensued and very quicky her and Janet had got me down and Kathleen was sitting sideway on my chest.As I started to protest Kathleen said, "We know you have been spying on us so we planned this. You are always teasing us to get us to sit on you and we plan to spend all day.