And he was asleep by the time I got home at twelve-thirty Sunday morning. I'd had my usual ring-around-the-rosy, trying to keep out of Duane's reach. ...It would have been nice to have somebody's shoulder to cry on.So I climbed into bed and tried to pretend the pillow was Eric's shoulder and he'd get up and go over to Duane's apartment and call him into the hallway and beat the shit out of him. By the time I'd run that one through with six different kinds of variations it was a dream instead of. I wondered who it was but she would never say. I was fine with that because I was a virgin and only one person made Kathy a near virgin.Anyway, we had moved into our new house and were making plans on what we would do, like change one of the bedrooms into a nursery since both of us wanted to have children. I had ordered an easy chair and I guess no one was home when the truck arrived so they just dumped the box on the front lawn and left. When I got home from work, as I was struggling to get. The camera caught just a glimpse of her pussy just as she knelt between her daughter's legs, showing that she was complete shaven.Cathy smiled at her daughter as she picked up the vibrator. A look of predatory lust filled her eyes as she ran it up the wet, slick groove of her daughter's pussy before lowering her mouth to Megan's waiting lips."Say it again," Cathy commanded of her daughter."Fuck my slutty cunny, Mommy."Patricia moved so that she had a better camera angle and then zoomed in. Barbara sighed as my mouth clamped over her tight opening. I began licking that pussy mound, running my tongue up and down that slit, and slowly getting it to open so I could taste the forbidden juices with in. I finally shoved my tongue into her tight pink cunt.Her hand soon found the back of my head and she quickly pushed my head deeper into her pussy. The old lady muttered in pleasure…Finally I felt she was ready, very wet and eager for more; then I quickly pulled away, stood up and began.