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Then he pulled into our driveway. I was eager to see our daughters. They were both women now. Sam erotic was texting desi me all weekend. She was eager for me to get home. She was definitely bi like me. Becky, on the other hand, might just be the sort of girl that dabbled in lesbianism to please the men in her lives. I climbed out of the car as Steve fetched my suitcase. There were definitely perks to loving a man. Marissa, or another woman, wouldn't carry my suitcase for me. I smiled at Steve, eager to give him a delicious reward. Something hot and naughty. “Thank you,” I said, smiling asian at him. Some women expected men to serve them, to open doors and do the heavy lifting and make the big bucks, but they didn't think to thank them for it. To appreciate what their men did. Steve grinned at me. It was a boyish look, proud that he could carry my luggage with ease. I pulled the keys out of my purse. They jingled as I searched through all of them on the ring for the house's When I found it, I opened the door. And grinned. My daughters waited for us both in negligees. Becky had a light-blue nightie that hung off her large breasts. The massage cloth swayed down to her thighs, just covering her pussy. My busty daughter had inherited my tits, her nipples poking hard at her nightie's fabric. Her glasses sparkled, her green eyes glowing. She wore her auburn hair body loose instead of in a braid. It fell about her face, transforming her into a sexy minx. Then Sam, wearing a purple negligee that hugged her petite body, flounced to me. Her short, red hair swayed about her face. She had lithe legs. I couldn't imagine her wearing pants all the time. Hearing this Ravi desi smiled and dipping his face closer to hers, he brushed his lips on her cheeks and before moving out said 'not here, tomorrow on the beach'. When you’re served on a plate to this crew. She grabbed my ass and pushed my cock into her open mouth. The house was silent. Barely even clothing. I wanna run with Jenny!” Not when he had Aingeal and Ava to keep him company. John asked completely floored. My daughter, her hair a goldener hue of body blonde asian than my own, erotic nodded. I love the feeling massage of your cock in my ass.” She grunted. Angela was dead, but she wasn’t gone.