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“Good,” I moaned, thrusting hard, fast. I pumped my dildo in and out of the girl's snatch, loving the way it vanished into Courtney. “Mmm, she's got a juicy cunt.” “I bet she does,” my daughter said, a wild grin on her face. “Ooh, Mommy, this is hot, isn't it?” I nodded my head, my heart pounding in my chest. I pumped harder, faster. I buried again and again into Courtney, my pussy drinking in Babes the sparks flaring from my clit. My back arched, my auburn hair dancing about my shoulders. Then I gasped as Sam's fingers grabbed my tits with greedy passion. I groaned as my daughter buried her face between them. She squeezed my tits around her face. She worked her head back and forth, caressing me. Teasing me. Then she kissed at my inner slope. She smooched up my right breast, coming closer and closer to my areola. “Mmm, yes, yes, love Mommy's nipple while she fucks your friend's pussy!” I moaned, my juices dribbling down my thighs. “I love sucking on your nipples!” Sam moaned, her eyes so bright. We were so close. I was glad it wasn't the original timeline where we fought all the time. I had no memories of it, but Steve did. This was better. We shared a taboo, incestuous passion. My daughter latched onto my dark-red nipple, nursing on it like she had as a baby. My pussy clenched. The pleasure surged through me. I groaned, my heart screaming through my chest. This amazing rapture rippled through me. It was incredible. “Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned, my gasps mixing with the sound of my husband fucking Rita and Tammy at the other end of the living room. It sounded like he was going back and forth between their pussies. Kinky. My daughter sucked with hunger, the pleasure from her nursing shooting down to my pussy. I groaned, dizzy passion swirling through me as my indian hips pumped forward, driving my dildo into Courtney's pussy. “Yes, yes, yes, Mrs. Davies,” she moaned, her voice muffled by my daughter's twat. “Ooh, that's good.” “Just enjoy it, honey!” I groaned, holding my daughter to my breast. My fingers ran through Sam's silky Hardcore hair as she nursed and suckled. My nipple throbbed and ached. I squeezed my eyes shut, thrusting hard and fast into my daughter's friend. Me the authority and Lindsey relying on me for guidance. Each woman had her hands in the other woman's slit. I reached over and took her hand and put it on my cock. Her huge tits defying gravity as they pointed straight at us, her thick, heavy thighs parted slightly and big grin on her face. The dildo came back, she held it next to her fingers, out they popped and she pressed the head in their place. Their little brother Earl is sound asleep on his bed; the living room sofa. I guess I’d be living there too but I’ll probably come back home once a week, at least.” I took her laptop to my office, flipped open the cover for the memory modules and replaced the laptop memory with one of the custom memory modules that I had lifted from the lab. Charlotte stumbles slowly into the back room and indian carefully fills a glass with ice water. She held the pressure for a moment before she released the pressure harshly, but the response she got was Babes just a louder moan. And every protest I might have said die in my throat because I watch as she bends over the trunk of my car and slides my black briefs over her perky, pale ass, and fuck she looks good from this angle too. SLAPSLAPSLAP. The guy they had paired me up was with them. She responded by wrapping her arms around my neck, her legs around my hips and kissing me hard. I thrust up into Emily's mouth. I wanted nothing more than to make Katie happy. It wasn’t even a Hardcore nighty really.