Leaning forward to kiss me, running her tongue around the inside of my mouth, she crawled onto the bed and tugged me up beside her. I moved a hand down to her pussy, feeling, stroking the lips. She began to instruct me, telling me to slow down and take my time, not to get in a hurry, that we had all night. Easing a finger between the lips, it began swimming in her slickness as it entered her love tunnel. First one, then two fingers were entering and leaving, twisting and turning, as I spread the slickness over her cuntal mound. Her hips began moving, trying to follow and recapture the fingers as they withdrew. I could feel the suction and the grip of the internal muscles as my fingers would leave. As I played with her pussy, touching the little button at the top, she was sighing and moaning that it felt good, sooo gooood.
Janey was born fifteen minutes after Jenny. The dads met while looking in the nursery window and discovered they only lived two blocks apart. Although Jenny's parents were much older than Janey's, a friendship that developed from the shared experience carried over to the little girls. They became best friends and were inseparable. They started to school together, shared everything, and began dating at the same time. They dressed alike and always wore their dark hair in the same style. Janey's eyes are a little bluer; Jenny's are a little more gray. Often being taken for sisters, even twins, caused little girl giggles.
I gave up on birthday parties after my thirtieth, but my wife Joan and my daughter Karen insisted on celebrating my thirty-eighth with cake and ice cream. I blew out the candles with one long puff and then Joan carved out three wedges. After we finished off our sugary treat, my pretty wife wished me a happy birthday and handed me a gift-wrapped package. She had thoughtfully bought me a best-selling book that I had been planning to read.
