At first the scent was strong, but I had to breathe, so I drew it into my lungs. Her hormones or something took hold of me, and I started licking her ...– twiddling the tip of my tongue over her lips and clit. I was so hungry I started tongue fucking her. I could feel the shivering of her body and the gyration of her hips as I brought her to an orgasm.Below, Cynthia was finished sucking my cock, and she grabbed it and rubbed her clit with the tip. By now she was naked as well. She straddled me. “Um, that’s putting it mildly. I don’t know the details, haven’t wanted to, I mean, come on, they’re my folks, Dad’s considerably older than Mom, they’re both fairly conservative, but I know that Dad has fucked other women. I can’t prove it and never felt the need. Mom’s not blind. She has to know. I’m fairly sure that she’s slept with at least another man or two since the marriage, despite her moral facade. Probably not a consistent thing and she’s presumably felt guilt about it, but that’s. For a while we lay as a tangled heap of flesh, then Rosie noticed the time. They told me to keep the bra and knickers until my next visit, so I pulled on my tee shirt and shorts, kissed Julian goodbye and headed for the door. Rosie told me to sit in the back; we drove a little way before she pulled into a secluded car park. Then she got in the back with me and locked the doors. “Now it’s my turn,” she said leaning across and kissing me. Her nimble fingers soon had my shorts around my ankles and. ”“It’s really only a few rides, when you think about it,” I said. “Big Thunder Mountain, Splash Mountain, and Space Mountain are the real questions. According to the guide, only the two littlest ones won’t make it. Everyone else should be fine. And I’m pretty sure the doctors here would be leery of putting two-year-olds on roller-coasters or log flume rides.”“How are we on time?” Elyse asked.“Right on schedule,” Kara said. “I’ve ticked off each stop and landmark on the route maps we created..