I had just arrived and already I have made two contacts for possible sex, and as I stood there, I touched my breasts feeling just how firm they felt a...nd how hard my nipples were, not to mention between my legs, where my wetness was so obvious. I took a deep breath and felt myself in the process, my vagina was readied for intercourse, my labia were swollen and lubricated, ‘Should I wipe myself dry at my entrance, or stay wet and sit open-legged and let the old man see I was waning a fuck? I. Though, she said, she would help me once, and only once,with each new garment I wore.So there I stood, finally dressed like a good little schoolgirl allready for her first day of school. Well, almost. Having not longwoken up my hair was just a tangled mess. So Mummy led me over to thedressing table and told me she was going to fix my hair for me. Ilooked up at her worried. I feared that she was going to cut my nicelong hair I now had. I had been admiring it in the mirror for daysthinking. She let me in and still have her clothes on. Her eyes showed she was hungry for sex. I bring her close to me and gently kissed her lips. She took my hands and slid it in her already unbuttoned jeans. Again, i'm amazed. She was soaked- nice and sticky. I lifted her shirt up along with her bra exposing her brown erected nipples. She held it up for me to enjoy multi tasking her boobs and pussy. Her knees went weak and wobbly. Carried her and placed her at the edge of the dressing table. Removed. I shivered, wiggling my hips.“Yes, yes, yes, I love you, my naughty lesbian wife! Love you!” I moaned, not sure if I meant those words.But she loved hearing them.“Delilah!” she gasped. “I love you, too. Pete never said he loved me. He just loved my body.”“He was a pig. Now make me cum!”“Yes,” she moaned, slipping a third finger into my pussy as she jammed her tongue into my asshole.It was all too much. I groaned, shivering, my pussy clenching down on her thrusting fingers. I moaned out my.