Connie looked at my daughter's center and then placed her hands on the backs of each of my daughter's thighs. "Relax" encouraged Connie "and allow you...rself to enjoy this special moment."Connie leaned down and using the flat of her tongue, took a long, slow swipe up and over my daughter's entire vulva. My daughter jumped a bit but then settled back down as she seemed to melt beneath Connie's expert tongue. Another long, slow swipe of Connie's tongue elicited a gentle moan from within my. We had been naked in the bath growing up and changed in front of each other many times. But, this summer she was suddenly really cute and I felt awkward around her. I kept getting my words mixed up when she stripped down to her bra and panties. I felt myself getting warm between the legs when she looked at me, her tummy bare and her nipples poking through the white cotton of her underwear. A tiny splash of pubic hair poked through her white cotton panties. And, when she bent over to pick a. I knew that wasn’t an accidental event because it took a noticeable effort on her part to make it happen.Taking a chance, which is something I rarely do when sober, I put my arm over the top of her chair back. Cautiously I put my hand on her upper arm, near her shoulder, and began to describe how the evening might unfold if I had someone special with me. Surprisingly, she gave no sign of not wanting my arm around her and I began to relax.Sitting there beside Deb was actually producing a happier. As girls are known to do, we often get around to talking about sex. Ive told her about my husband. Hes a man who doesnt fuck often but when he does he always makes sure that I cum before he does. Hell finger me, eat me, and use a dildo or vibrator. Hell do whatever it takes. And he doesnt often let me settle for just one orgasm, he fends off my attempts to push him away and gets me off again and again. Only then will he worry about getting himself off. In all the years that weve been married I.