Shirley left, and it was pretty clear she wasn't coming back anytime soon. And I knew she wouldn't call me, either. Well, she had never called me. Pro...ably didn't even know my telephone number, which is unlisted.But if she did know the number, I was pretty certain she wouldn't be calling it, anyway.The question was, the next time I called her number, would she talk to me? I mean, had I really done anything so reprehensible? Or was Shirley simply reacting to the fact that I knew too much about. Beth's patience was rewarded with not one, but two orgasms at the hands, or rather the tongue, of her expert mother. As Sara ate her daughter, her hands wondered all over Beth's body, squeezing tits, fondling ass cheeks, finger fucking her ass, finger fucking her pussy. Beth felt like her whole body had become her mother's own personal playground and she loved it. When Sara finally needed to give herself a break, her face was coated in a thin translucent, white lather of saliva and pussy juice. ”Anna gave Stuart a really gnarly kiss before leaving. As soon as they all left, we took turns in the shower, with a little bit of kissing.“Excuse the expression but are you all petered out?” my wife asked. Tracy giggled.“Yeah, we can get dinner in the room, and we leave for Bozeman tonight at ten pm, the drive is over eight hours. I should be recharged and refilled by tomorrow. Is that OK with you ladies?”“I have never been so stuffed as I was today. Are you all right?” Tracy asked us.“It was. He almost dare not imagine the wonderfully warm and moist treasures that lay underneath. He regularly tugged himself off to porn on his laptop. He had seen close-ups of a pussy, but that was a million miles away from the real thing. He turned to gaze at her gorgeous bum as she put the slices of bread in the toaster, turning just in time to dodge being caught. In a way, he wanted to be caught. He wanted her to admonish him for his lust. Yet he wasn’t sure if he was ready, or if his pounding.