<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/6a/3e/c3/6a3ec373b16998b7152f9c4ebd47b3b6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mar Sinclair<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>June 1st, night<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Home - Celeste's room<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Excited<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Erin, Celeste<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>This was a sensory overload if there ever was one. Her eyes couldn't have been peeled away from Celeste, as their little girl put on her adorable little strip show. Those blue orbs following that cute skirt all the way down to the ground. Even the way she teased them with her bra before letting that drop had Mar grinning against Erin's skin. Then finally those sexy little black panties dropped to the ground and the older woman had to admire how slick, tight, and young that sweet little pussy looked, even from her position. But Mar had good eyes. Good enough to even recognize the glint of moisture reflecting the light, as her lower lips got wet just from their antics so far.<br/><br/>At the same time her mouth stayed preoccupied with kissing and nibbling the soft, fair skin of her beautiful wife. While her hands continued to softly caress, while also gently inching that gown off her body. Right then she couldn't help feeling that the garment was as in the way as it was gorgeous. Though even that was forgotten as Erin confessed, once again, her love for Mar. A sentiment that was silently returned as Mar opened her mouth to suck on a particularly sensitive part of her wife's neck. Right where it met her shoulder.<br/><br/>Soon, and with no small amount of relief, Erin's gown was cast aside with Celeste's clothes (but with more care, of course). Now she could cup one of her wife's breasts in one hand, while the other gently caressed up the other woman's inner thigh and back down again. All the while she kept her eyes on Celeste, and that sweet roseyness to her cheeks.<br/>The next command came from Erin, and it was one that even Mar hadn't expected. But she couldn't deny that the thought of seeing their little girl sucking on mommy's breast wasn't hot. Still she whispered into her wife's ear "...naughty girl…"<br/><br/>Mar used that hand that was still kneading Erin's breast, to present the gift of milky skin to Celeste. She had even already worked her wife's nipple into an erect position by rolling the sensitive bud between her fingers.<br/>When Celeste would take her position in Mommy's lap, her hand would move from Erin's breast, to caress Celeste's cheek, being part of the tender moment herself.<br/>Though on the other hand, she wouldn't let how turned on she was evade her wife, as Mar's long, skilled, fingers slipped past the waistband of Erin's panties so she could stroke the soft lower lips of her beloved wife.