#364598 - One of three bottles of designer sex oil she had bought for tonight lay to her right in the folds of the clean towel – left to themselves, her daughters would have just dug up some Vaseline or Crisco. George sat slouched on the sofa, his robe open and his prick reaching almost to his chest. Gretchen looked over at her, and Bridgie blushed, uncertainly smiling back at her sister, though her fingers softly remaining inside Ellie and getting results; Gretchen kissed Bridget on the lips – nicely lingering, entwining tongues, both discovering this would do until the boys their age grew up – now grinning easily again at each other, and then at Eleanor: goodwill & consent all around, and Bridget as sweetly smooched Eleanor in the same manner, their father still absorbed with reaming-running-roughshod up Ellie’s ass, and Gretchen put her fingers between Bridget’s legs.
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