.. I don’t taste that bad at all, do I?”“You know that you’re tasting your own mother, too, right?” I winked at her, making both of them lau...h as they knelt to share my private parts between them.“In case you missed, my dear, I’m not exactly put off by that notion,” Brenda snickered as she took me with her lips and tongue, lathering me with her spit.“Nor am I!” Miranda agreed, sucking my balls for a moment while her daughter pleasured my prick.“Mmmm ... ball sweat ... let me lick it up!” Brenda. There was no such sensation this morning. But she had quite a lot of semen on her. It was obviously from Phil. She shook her head in confusion.Second, she remembered that while they had kissed, she had come to her senses and stopped. She had apologized to Phil and told him that she couldn't. What had happened after that?She thought back, tried to remember. "A drink," she remembered. "We stopped kissing and had a drink. I remember that, but everything after is a blank. What happened after the. I walked straight to the bar and ordered a vodka red bull , i stood at the bar a little timid drinking my drink fastly a couple of guys came up to me but they didn't speak a word of English after a minute they walked away , I got a little uncomfortable .Just as I was about to walk out I heard " excuse me mate are you English ? " I turned around and it was an older guy with a bald head and a little stocky I said yh I take it you are aswell ? He said " you're not leaving are you ? I think were. ” Petra hums and hahs but it’s clear she wants to. In fact that’s an understatement. “That Danny fancies you like mad by the looks of it!” Petra starts giggling too. “Do you really think so?” “Oh def!” She’s giggling up a storm now. “Just hope I know what to do when I get him home!” I look quizzically at her and she whispers sheepishly that she’s never actually ever gotten laid. I burst out laughing. “Still a virgin at twenty-three! Oh my god, sweetie, you must be gagging for it.” Petra reddens.