He’d fucked us both, three times each, then fucked Fleur again. He was after all her boyfriend. My daughters boyfriend. We were both naked, our brea...sts half floated on the surface of the water. I sipped my drink.“Regrets?” I asked her, asked Fleur.“Regrets Mum? Certainly not, well maybe one, that we didn’t do this before.” She replied.“So anymore boyfriends?” I asked her.“Mum!” She said.“Only asking, only we could wear Jack out, and where would we be then?” I teased.“Then we’d have to use one. I good guy and provider but as for sex it was once a week if she was lucky and through the hole in his boxers most times, pussy licking you can forget it. I didn’t speak of our escapades to tease, infact it was her that always brought it up and I was always willing to help. One other thing that was clear and that was the fact she was straight. If bi that would of made things much easier, for what are friends for? Lol. She was over for a visit like a hundred times before. Both housewives but. Another day I’d have... well, you know.”The barman slid the glass across the polished wood. The Texan picked up the glass, raised it in a toast to Candice.“You are a piece of work ma’am. If this guy doesn’t show, I’m in 247.”Andy sent a text, ‘do you think he asked for that room number?.’Candice looked at her phone, sipped her martini, waited a whole minute, and then turned around. She slid off the stool, glanced at the Texan’s back, and pointed at the restaurant. Andy got up and strolled in. I want you to alwaysplay with my titties," I responded as she licked and played with mychest."And they are titties, aren't they, pantyboy?" she asked."Yes, Danielle. They are titties. They are not a chest. They aretitties." Very good. And whose beautiful titties are these? Are they your titties?Are they yours for me to enjoy, pantyboy?" she asked, kneading my tittiesthrough my bra."Oh, yes Danielle! They are my titties for you to enjoy! You can playwith them, you can suck them, you can do.