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Anne believed that if she saw herself in the mirror as she was right now, she'd appear far too silly. Her skirt was up to her waist, her panties were pulled to the side and her fingers shoved two knuckles deep into her velvety caverns.
Also, there was a puddle of pussy juice at her feet.
Despite how much she had leaked though and how intensely she had touched herself, climax remained elusive. But that was hardly a bother. This was the closest she had gotten to climax since weeks ago when she had her time with Caius.
Mostly she focused her eyes on him. On what he was doing to her daughter. And maybe more importantly, what her daughter was doing to him.
But never in her wildest dreams would she have known to expect what she just witnessed.
