"It was your little pink cunt they had to stare at for hours," Angie's voice the same huskiness from the previous evening, "maybe you should take the first round..."
"The queen has offered the younger woman an honour," the narrator, "but she is too smart for that. The first round is the worst, the males will be too quick to provide satisfaction, even in their numbers. One who is young, fit, ripe, needs more than what satisfies the aged queen."
Angie's eyes glittered and her eyes danced. Her daughter ground her ass into Ian's hard c**k.
"Kim," Angie growled, "go get those vibrators. You men, get the mattresses."
Ian took a moment to appreciate the scene. That Angie indeed was the queen.
Kim, Greg and Ken disappeared into the house as Anna's green eye sparkled with challenge at her moth
