Her pussy was on fire with pent up euphoria screaming to be released, her wetness pushing around my cock prompting prickly sensations at the tip. With... every driving thrust she flexed her pussy muscles causing it to go rigged squeezing my cock.I was huffing and puffing, my breath short from sheer exhaustion. I started seeing purple lights dancing in front of my eyes as I continued to scour Jessica's pink interior, my cock swollen to its fullest extent filling out the tight girth of Miss Alba's. Will you kiss me, please?”I looked into her pleading eyes. I saw her partly-open, oval-shaped mouth and her puffy-pink lips. How could I resist? She lifted her head and I leaned toward her. My lips gently touched hers. Our lips were dry. I moistened my tongue and licked her bottom lip then did the same to the top one. Her lips still had the lingering sweet-sour taste of dill pickles. I kissed her again. This time our lubricated lips met with sweet, wet, shattering passion. I found her tongue. Before going to bed I went in the loo and changed in to 3/4th Bermuda shorts and a shite t shirt, I also removed my brassiere so that my breasts had that bouncy juggling look tro them. Saying good night I pretended to fell asleep. They were getting drunk increasingly and as I slept facing away from them I could hear their comments. “look at those legs man would love to wrap them around my neck,” one said. “I loved those melons best, bloody cunt is not even wearing bra, and I would love to suck. I reach out and taking it by the bristles I bring it to my face. I can smell my daughter's pussy on it.“Don't do it” the angel on my right shoulder says. “She will never know” replies the devil on my rightI rarely listen to my good side so I bring the handle to my mouth and cautiously stick my tongue out. The handle tastes incredible. I have always been a fan of eating pussy, BUT she tastes amazing. Before I know it I have the whole handle in my mouth. Licking my daughter's juices off of it..