Her little tongue licked from knee to crotch, running along the top of Marion's thighs and down the crease between the cheeks of her bottom. Her pointed tongue pushed into the tight hole of Marion's anus, licking and darting.

Marion gasped. The wet little mouth was rapidly building a fire in her loins and belly, and she slid down on the settee, making more of her body available. The child was frequently at her, but Marion was a woman who could take a lot of sexual stimulation.

Sir David felt his great prick rise tight against his pants, and he crossed the room and sat on a low stool near his wife.

“Pull up your skirt.” His voice was hoarse, thickened by the lust that his wife and daughter aroused in him.

“I want to see her.”

Marion reached forward and took the lavish folds of her skirt in her hands, lifting it around her waist. She spread her legs wider, making it easier for Karen, and also making it easier for Sir David to see.

Sir David had opened his pants and his huge cock jutted out like a flag pole. The bloated nob was purple with blood, and the end was wet and sticky. He cupped his tingling balls in one hand, and with the other he stroked the massive shaft. His whole body was burning, and he could barely hold back the urge to ram his sore cock up his wife's hot cunt. But no. Better to leave that until later. Better to prolong the pleasure, even if it was almost an agony.

Then Sir David could control himself no longer. The sight drove him to a rage of lust.

Karen kissed her mother fondly, gathered up her dolls and skipped out of the room. Marion had warned her long ago not to mention anything about their play to anyone else, that it was a special secret just between the three of them, but there had been little need of it. The child seemed to sense instinctively that it was a secret not to be shared.