It really is a pelvic massage; two handed and lots of oil. And the power of the orgasms she gives me are stunning; literally. I see spots, come close ...to passing out, the whole bit. I can't really see what she's doing down there. She puts her middle two fingers in me, curling them up against the top of the vagina. Then she pushes her palm down on my clit area. With the other hand, she slides loose skin (which I have all too much of) down from my lower belly, pushing into the crotch area. This. Daddy’s daughter-wife. I had wanted to find a man who would let me fuck other guys, to be a whore, and I found that person in the best man in the world.My daddy!I squeezed Mom’s breasts, wiggling my hips, knowing Daddy watched me as much as Principal Carver. I sucked and nibbled on Mom’s nipple, my pussy juices running down my thighs as they both stared at me.“Oh, Daughter, you are so sweet,” Mom groaned, her hands sliding up my body to my firm, teenage titties. She squeezed them, her thumbs. He asked, “What?”“Why didn’t you say you knew her?” asked Kelly. She looked over at the small woman as she asked her question trying to see what her reaction would be.Ling bent forward, not having had a chance to see the resume, and asked, “You know her, Ed?”“Yes, I know her,” replied Ed.“So?” asked Ling.“I’d rather have your opinion before I say more,” replied Ed. As he spoke, Mary shifted nervously from foot to foot, as she didn’t understand the dynamics of the situation. She suspected that. It exploded from her pussy like bomb. Shock waves of pleasure spread out, up and down her body. They raced through her mind. All she could think about was the orgasm. She came and came and came. She was so happy her mom wasn’t home. The woman would have come running in wondering what was wrong. On and on it went, a full minute at least. At the back of her mind she felt her defences disintegrating. She’d do anything for this kind of pleasure. She’d let him trance her. She’d let him fuck her..