Twice. He flicked his tongue over her clit. She nearly screamed, biting her lip instead. She let out a loud gasp. She had to squeeze her hands into ti...ght fists to stop herself from trying to touch. “Please, Sir, oh please… I want to cum,” she pleaded with him. She knew better then to do it without his permission. “No!” he replied, as he picked up his tempo. He continued lashing her with his tongue till she was soaked and gasping for air. Licking two fingers he slowly eased them into her tight,. With every swipe and circle of her nimble fingers, her slick mound made a slopping suction noise. I could see the muscles in her stomach contracting as her hips humped into her hand desperately. The swell of her formed tits jiggling with every movement, with every brush of her fingers. The sight of my daughter forced my hand to grab my aching cock and stroke as fast as I could. I wanted to come with her, I wanted to share that moment with my daughter. Her moans were beginning to turn into. I'd say it took less than 30 seconds before I felt myself passing the point of no return. Her mom had turned away toward the TV and Janine was looking down while she talked into the phone when the first climax hit. I moaned a little, and I don't think they really heard it, but both looked back at me. Sometimes, I get into this state where I can keep having little mini-orgasms if I keep some sort of stimulation going. They're not as intense as the initial one, but they're still definitely a. My hands were on her breasts over her blouse or sweater. Her breasts were small and firm. She would not let me go any further. It was frustrating but we were still moving along. She wanted to go further but was afraid. So was I. At the time I was the chaperone I was 21 years old. Valentina was 20. She could not go for the overnight. Her mom was very strict. When we went out on a date we had to tell her where we were going, what we were going to do and when we would be home. After the outing.