The fabric rolled, exposing her pubic hair, dark against her pale skin. A new musk filled my nose, sweet with youth.My daughter's excited pussy.I roll...d the panties farther down her thighs, past her knees, her calves, and off her cute feet. My wife spread Tiffany's legs apart. Betty's fingers stroked our daughter's pubic hair then brushed our daughter's wet slit.“Ooh, she's so hot,” groaned Betty. “She's going to have a real wet dream tonight.”My wife leaned down and licked at our daughter's. You ask is there something I can help you with; he's caught off guard and smiles with a hint of guilt and replies just admiring the view and just like that he disappears again down another steep hill. You continue down the hill to catch your breath and drink some water as you're about to set out again the guy comes back and you can see him blatantly staring at your breasts and you look down to see your dime sized nipples poking trying to get out of your shirt. I stop dead in my tracks and. Most days one or the other would pop into the others for a coffee or a chat. Once a week or so they would go to the pub together to join in the pub quiz.The closest they had ever come to anything even slightly resembling sexual was a giggle and a slap on a bare arse in the sports centre showers. Even the goodnight kisses they had shared had been little more than the brushing of lips.All that was about to change on the day when Judy opened her door to her friend."Come in Sam, I'll put the kettle. When we got to the casino club he solicited a lot of looks and whispers. Inside he wanted to dance with me and the entire time was spent with him holding my dick through my pants. By about 2 hours in he was totally drunk. He was insisting I fax my wife divorce paperwork and that we elope in Vegas. I went to the bathroom and he stayed out to get another drink. While I was on the toilet he came into the bathroom and called out for me. I responded and he began knocking on the door like a madman..