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The question was much more profound than a carnal request. I gulped, wholly unsure of what to do. If they were still the devils from before, I might’ve contemplated the shotgun, for their words would’ve been spoken from the lips of damaged women corrupted by something I should’ve saved them from. But the wicked seduction had been but a mask of their sexuality, and now the demonic amateur veil was lifted from their faces, and the evil glint was gone from their gaze. These were my angels; perverse and twisted, yes, but undamaged, still joyfully themselves, beautiful and grown. I looked into their eyes, and saw only kindness and desire -a pure desire-, not a one born from brokenness, but from love. I reached up, and brushed Josie’s hair behind her ear, and her face lit up, widening into a radiant smile. Kelsey took my other hand, and brought it to her cheek, resting her head upon it, letting my finger play through her hair beneath the hat she wore, my thumb caressing the mole beside her eye. Josie’s lips were on my neck, smacking a tender trail along my throat, my jaw, my chin, then my mouth. I opened it, and tasted her kiss. It was sweet and Big Tits loving, giving off flavors of submission and gentleness, only the hint of competitiveness in the way her teeth grazed me, but it was only meant to entice. Her little fingers were around my cock once more, and when Kelsey’s interlocked with them, I grew hard in their joined hands, harder even than before. I turned my face to taste Kelsey’s kiss, and relished the combativeness of it, the threat of dominance if I surrendered to it, but the promise of submission if I won the lustful struggle that she loved to engage in. She sucked my face as her fingers drew up my length, then left my tip when her lips left mine. She smiled easily from beneath her downcast eyes, and she stood, pulling the hem of her skirt up, and turning around to spread herself, showing me the bleached pink center of her ass, the delicious ring enclosing her tight aperture. Josie crawled atop me, her supple body easing down on mine as she lined up her shot indian behind her with practiced ease. She gnawed playfully on my chin, and slowly lowered herself. We moaned into each other’s mouths as I sank into her wet heat, her tight muscles embracing me in the soft flesh therein, encompassing me to the base where her puffy folds splayed against my crotch, smearing her nectar upon me. “That’s it.” She whispered, “Make love to me, Daddy.” “Taste me, Daddy.” Kelsey moaned, and descended upon my face. Her pliant cheeks formed around my eyes nose, and her hot little button rested easily on my mouth, pulsing against my lips. I snuck my tongue out, and tested her with a curious lick. She shivered atop me, and her rich flavor filled my mouth, decadent in my state of mind. Josie began to oscillate her hips, stirring herself against my gentle thrusts, making me feel every surface of her insides with each rotation, making me stretch her thin lower lips with my girth. She moaned in my ear as I pried Kelsey’s cheeks apart, and slid my tongue inside. I started acting up in school, got caught up in drugs. “You got something better to do?” She knew what she wanted. Rodney got back on Jessica and thrust himself into her. After she cleaned her ass, she showed me the wipe and said “see all clean just as I promised”. "How the hell did you get your wife to go to a swing club without the mere suggestion damaging your relationship in some way?" I grunted and shuddered beneath her and she collapsed on amateur top of indian me, kissing my chest. She died in prison of a stroke. “The Big Tits same age as you.” I knew the next evening, she and Ashley were to attend a banquet, put on by the Chamber of Commerce, so we wouldn’t be seeing one another, unless she stopped by afterwards.