I kissed my daughter’s forehead. “It’s a pretty pussy, okay. Just perfect.”My daughter beamed, threw her arms around my neck, and kissed me qu...ickly on the lips. I sat stunned as she broke apart and laid back on the pillows, her fingers shooting back down to her pussy and pulling her labia apart again. I could still feel the heat of her lips on mine.“Mommy, can you and Daddy make sure everything’s all right.” She smiled at both of us, so innocent.“You mean... ?” I swallowed, my eyes rooted to. Gently stroking my shaft. A flutter went though my groin. i looked up for tammy but she had conveniently disappeared. So the game was afoot! I gasped sara's head, entangling my fingers in her hair and stuck my tongue into her mouth.She was desperate for it,her tongue grappling with mine as i ran my hand down her back and over the hot swell off her buttocks."upstairs," she gasped and i half-pulled, half-carried her to the staircase.Shedding bits of clothes as we went. My hands were all over her. Their first conversation was simple and short but she had the sexiest voice, he could still hear it in his dreams days later. And even though they lived a thousand miles away from each other, the long distance charges be damned, they had great phone sex. It was some time later that the proposition was made, a simple get together in a city that neither called home. Everything was hinted at but nothing was suggested."Eric?"His roving thoughts were returned by the voice, her voice. He turned to. She smelled like sandalwood. Musky and sweet. Her skin glowed a soft healthy glow. He imagined running his hands over her skin feeling its silky, satiny smoothness. He watched as she opened the fridge and bent over to get something off the bottom shelf. Her beautiful round ass stuck out, so teasing and tantalizing. Her sarong fell open, and he saw her long shapely leg, totally bare from toes to waist and he could take it no longer. In two steps he was across the kitchen and behind her. He.