I kept pushing and lifting my knee, gently grinding my leg into Mom’s pussy. I could tell this was truly appreciated, not only by the sounds Mom mad... but also because she stretched her pelvis back so more of her pussy, especially the front, could scrape along my leg. It was after one particularly loving moan in response to a long grind and rub that I decided to hell with it and slipped my hands down from her tits to undo the belt and pull her skirt apart. I pulled it out to the right side and. . her daughter.Her daughter was 16 when we got married, and not at all in the mood for some stranger to be giving her orders. Her mom tried to make the best of it, and although I really didn't care much if the little brat liked me, mom tried anyway. She even forced the girl to refer to me as her dad. Talk about a nut job I married."Our" daughter now has just turned 19. Through these 3 years we got on some slightly better terms and as her mother withered and aged she blossomed from a pouty. Paul commented that my weight loss was amazing. He pointed outthat my face was a lot thinner and how good my skin lookedcompared to before. He noticed that my clothes were getting verybaggy. I told him that I would buy some new stuff when I got ajob. He gave me some of his old stuff to wear in the interim. Atrack suit and a couple of sweat shirts and some shorts I couldwear to run in. Because I was still not working, Paul was payingfor our food and rent, and now I was wearing his clothes.. I took of her top and skirt and also took off my jeans and shirt. I took her bra n started looking her boobs which are full of milk. I asked her if I can suck her milk, she responded positively and I told her to become cow and started emptying her milk in a jar like a milkman. After than she took it to kitchen and made banana shake for both of us. But even after having banana shake of Seema’s milk, I was thirsty I asked her that I want to drink her pussy. She opened her legs and from outside of.