Karen was playing with a doll near by, and Sir David went back to his work.

“If you're going to play, you'd better undo my bodice.” He heard his wife's deep, melodic voice. He looked up and saw Karen standing beside her mother, undoing the laces that held together the front of her dress. She reached in her little hands and lifted one breast free from the restraining garment. It was a beautiful breast, large and firm, the dark rose nipple jutting proudly.

Karen pulled on it with both hands rubbing it against her cheek. She loved to fondle her mother. She was so soft and tasty, and she enjoyed being toyed with.

Sir David watched covertly as the little girl slipped her mouth over her mother's nipple and started sucking. He had seen her working on her mother's body many times, but it never failed to excite him.

“Good Lord, Marion, is she at you again?” he laughed. “The little minx is insatiable.”

He knew it aroused his wife to know he was watching, and he was more than glad to oblige her.

Karen sucked greedily on the fat tit, squeezing and petting the other, rolling the nipple between her fingers. She pulled her mouth away with a sharp sucking noise and dropped to her knees. The bare breast continued to hang exposed, the nipple hard and distended, bearing witness to the pressure of Karen's eager mouth.

As the child crawled beneath her mother's voluminous skirts, Marion set down the book she had been reading and leaned back, her eyes half closed.

In the dark, cosy tent under the soft silk of her mother's dress, Karen nuzzled her face against the warm, damp thighs. She loved the rich scent that her mother exuded and the moist heat of her.