She covered her face with her hands and shook her head as if in denial. She slid her hands up through her hair, giving Brian a pained look. ‘I think...you’re right. We should have a look at those things now.’ Brian nodded and retrieved a cloth suitcase from the floor by the door. She opened it and began removing items, while he sat on the edge of the bed. There were several pretty dresses. She looked them over carefully, but they didn’t stir any memories. She fingered a wooden hairbrush. There. I stepped out of my bikinis, and we kneeled towards each other and started kissing, tonguing each other, and massaging each other’s breasts. Her hand dropped down to my dripping pussy and her finger went inside of me, while I reached down and massaged her cunt with my hand. We laid down on the bed side by side next to Jack, our faces in each other’s honeypot. We licked and sucked on each other’s hardened pearls and our hips started grinding into each other’s faces. I could see Jack stroking. I knew they were trying to make me feel better, but being spoken to like that by my two daughters only made me blush even worse at first. But eventually, as they continued, their reassurances started to make me feel better.“Look, Mum. From what Dad told us, and you can imagine how that conversation went, you’ve both been more than a bit stupid.”And then Caitlyn joined in, ever the joker, even in situations like this. “It’s okay mum, however dumb you might have been, we’ll still let you be our. May I touch your ass?”“Yes,” I say. It comes out more as a sexy sigh. Why did I agree so quickly? Why is he being so polite? Is he hoping that making me display myself will be arousing?“Ahh!” I gasp at his touch, but do not pull away. He caresses both ass cheeks, first lightly then with more power, kneading my flesh possessively. One hand circling clockwise the other counterclockwise.“Ohh!” I moan when the fingers of one hand dip into the crack of my ass gliding over my butthole. When the other.
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