“Looks like a little bit is still there.” He started to “brush” the puke off my shirt, but it was more of a caress. A little moan slipped out ...my lips and I felt my panties get wet.“So you like it, huh?”“Umm, a little.” I realized what was happening and pulled away. “I, um, have to feed the kids.” I felt weak in the knees and I almost fell when I walked over to the Mikayla’s hi-chair. He chuckled and finished cutting bananas for lunch. “Saw that.” He said. “Shut up!” I laughed while I was. X then moved in close to examine the strand of gooey wetness connecting Ellie's sopping hole to the satin crotch of her underwear.Ellie looked to Mr. Jones for help. He ignored her and looked to Mrs. X awaiting her next move."She's so wet," Mrs. X said with a quiet earnestness, as if the sight of a cunt swollen in arousal pained her deliciously.Ellie swallowed the remainder of her drink, and held the empty glass out to Mr. Jones in hopes of a refill.He ignored her.Mrs. X began licking Ellie;. That particular night, however, she made sure to wait until she heard her dad get home from work... and left her door open. She made herself comfortable on her bed, then slowly began to strip off her clothing. When her naked body was fully unveiled, she started to touch her breasts. Her nipples immediately became erect, and when she touched them she felt a surge of energy between her legs. She moved one hand down to her aching pussy and rubbed a finger over her clit. A wave of pleasure coursed. I’m not sure why. Maybe I thought she knew about this somehow and wouldn’t be happy to find out I’d seen the picture. Maybe she’d be more loyal to my father and wouldn’t care. Or more loyal to him than to me.”“Do you think she knows?”“I don’t know, Michael. Yes. No. Probably. If she does I guess it doesn’t bother her enough to do or say something about it.”“Did your father ever say anything to you? Did he know you’d seen the picture?”“I got out of the study before he came back. I don’t think he.