Janet paused, with a nipple between her wetly smeared lips, and took a side-wise glance up at her daughter. Indian sex She was losing it, just as I knew she would. Her dark brown bush had been formed into a thicker triangle above her droopy cunt lips. It was tight, incredibly tight, but Janet’s tongue was determined. Now, there, glinting on her tight belly, and under the glare of the bathroom’s phosphorescent light, hung a small charm; a silver, inverted star, in a circle of gold. Like a good mother, Janet showed her devotion to Jessie’s juicy gash by digging her tongue between those sweet folds. She was lost in the memories of her former life, and it angered me. Hell, I know I am.” I returned her smile as a good daughter should, and the tension in the room noticeably lessened. Are you becoming a little slut?” Her daughter’s eyes were alight with hope-filled lustful desire. I watched her toned 34 year old ass sway beneath the shirt, and I knew my comments had gotten to her—just as I had hoped they would.
