I have no doubt the visions in my head were far dirtier then the truth but that was my payment for helping earlier. Truth aside I seen them a all very... of dress, most near naked and other already there. As I passed my finger over my creamy pearl I envisioned one of their wet tongues doing the duty, maybe two of them. One after another pass over my hungry mouth learning all their taste, less my daughter of course. Such thought brought a wonderful orgasm and with the short silence then giggles. The blindfold went back over my eyes, and then we were on our way again. I think I started to say something for a hundred times over the car ride, but each time my lips parted, the courage left me. My emotions spun and tumbled, and I could make neither heads nor tails of what it meant. I found myself back at the café, and everything seemed like a dream. A bad, exciting, horny dream. It was only five minutes to my tiny single-room flat, but halfway there and with my knees still shaking and pussy. She quickly went to the door and turned the lock. Just as quickly, she came back to my bedside. She lost all of her clothes except her panties and her shirt along the way. There was burning desire in her eyes as she raked her fingers up my chest. "Don't make a sound," she said with an urgent breathiness. "Make sure you don't wake her," she added as she bent and bit my ribs. It took every bit of self control that I have to keep from crying out. I had no idea who I wasn't waking. I had no idea. A new smell pervades our bed. It is the scent of arousal, but had I not known it would have driven me to rut anyway. Knowing that I will find heat, and dampness, and desire, I lazily trace a hand south - and my knowledge is proven. I gently - ever so gently - cup her sex, and she arches into my hand, her eyes closed, breathing heavy, lips apart but desiring of contact. My need is great too; I mirror her closed eyes, her breathing, her desire, and kiss her - gently at first, but less gently.