"Which tits do you prefer?" he asked again, "Go on, grab a handful and see if we agree."I shook my head in disbelief and stood in front of my wife and... ran my hands over her familiar breasts, "I've no idea what he's on," I tried to say as quietly as possible to her, but she stood there like a bit of a zombie."Just do what he says," she replied.Then I looked Leanne in the eye and gave her my best sorry look as I moved to give her breasts a cursory feel. Or that was my intention. Once I laid my. He took the clit between his fingers and rubbed it. He felt her shiver as he got more intense with the clit. "Does that feel good for you?" She whispered "Yes." He then moved the finger to her tiny hole. He first put just a small amount in her but he felt she was wet. He ran the finger around the hole as she got wetter. He asked her "Do you like daddy to finger your hole? Do you want daddy to make you feel real good?" When she said yes he told her to lay on her back for him.As she lay there he. ‘Wow. look at this mess!’ said the younger brother. And a mess it was, indeed.The mix of Irene's rich love juices and their both full loads of semen had mostly dribbled out of her cunt and dried on her thighs and her whole vaginal region. Some of the hay was sticking there too.It looked awful, but it looked sexy and interesting as well. They tried to wipe away this mess with some hay, but with limited success. A different kind of success had set in. Both boys had a raging hardon again.As a. He'd savored that slice. Good home cooking never escaped his appreciation. Like most elderly bachelors, Mike cooked to survive but he didn't often take time to turn out a gourmet meal. Madeline's pie qualified as gourmet."Your daughter has become very important to a special young man who is a student of mine. Her well-being, her safety, her happiness has become as important to him as his own. I've no doubt he'd offer his life in her defense, as young as he is. Of course there's no such threat.