“Sex, of course!” was my reply. “Well, what else is new?”, I thought. She wiggled her butt suggestively, while laughing loudly. I didn’t kno...w what to think of that. Was she inviting me to have sex, or was she just joking around? Hmmmm. We sat on the stools at the breakfast bar, chatting and eating. I got up slightly quicker than Sandy, cleared the dishes and loaded them into the dishwasher. As I was bending over the dishwasher, I felt her hand on my backside, sliding down the inside of my. " She opened her legs wide as my cock touched the parting lips of her young, tight hole. "Fuck your little girl," she said as she looked into my eyes. I slid my throbbing dick into Janelle's warm wetness again as I gazed back into those bright, blue eyes. Her vagina wrapped around my member like a security blanket...welcoming me in. I started gently and slowly, making love to her, easing my pulsing cock in and out of my daughter's cunt. She grabbed my naked butt and squeezed, pushing down. Make yourself at home”. I should offer you a robe. Or a tee shirt. Who am I kidding? I could offer you my wetsuit and I would still be horny. So no. Not unless you ask. “Milk and sugar in your coffee? Here you go”. Oh thank you, God! Now I believe. It’s a sign. That towel didn’t just slip on its own. Divine intervention. Or the power of silent prayer. Or maybe telekinesis. I moved the towel with the power of my mind!!Even your nipples are perfect. And your tits! So firm, yet defying the laws of. Lynn, Erin the next voice you hear will be my wife Blossom Smith.”Cricket.Cricket.Cricket.“Your wife?” Lynn said softly.“Yes, his very scared and shocked wife. Hi, I’m Blossom Smith, although I guess it should be O’Dell, right?”“Oh my. Hello Blossom, this is Lynn. I am the mother of Genevieve Lynn and Erin Lynn.”Lynn sounded warm and friendly to Blossom. Shouldn’t she sound angry or pissed?“Hi?”“Hi Blossom, this is Erin and I am the mother of Taylor Erin and Margaret Erin and Penelope Erin and.