Three's a Family (PeachypiexBlueEyedBardxElizabeth Ecsed)
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				Title: <strong>Three's a Family (PeachypiexBlueEyedBardxElizabeth Ecsed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueEyedBard</strong> on <strong>18-06-2020, 14:42:40</strong>
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				<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, 9pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> View of Mar's, Chef's table<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Excited<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erin<br><hr><hr><br>They were near the end of the night at View of Mar's. The last table's order had been taken but hadn't yet gone out, so there was still plenty of commotion going on in the kitchen. Plates of food, all smelling exquisite in their own right, leaving the kitchen, while plates practically licked clean came back, with empty wine glasses touched with the lip prints of satisfied customers. All and all it had been another fabulous dinner service at the big city bistro, and with it winding down, the head chef, and owner, was finally able to step away from the line. Leaving her sous chef in charge.<br><br><strong>"You got the rest of this, don't you, Morgan?"</strong><br>"You bet, Mar. Have a good time!" <br>It wasn't often that Mar stepped away before the last plate went out. Not that she didn't trust the rest of her team, that was just the level of commitment she had to her food, and to her restaurant. But every now and then a special occasion would draw her out of work mode before the end of the night, and this was most definitely a special occasion. After all, how often do you finish an application process for a new daughter?<br><br>The whole thing still had Mar a little pleasantly bewildered, as she slipped downstairs into the wine cellar, with an excited grin on her face. It was a good thing Erin had such a keen grasp on setting this whole thing up, Mar wouldn't have had any idea where to even start, no matter how much she loved the idea. <br><strong>"...the internet."</strong> she mused to herself, as she pulled a bottle from one of the wall racks and looked over the label. Even if she didn't know anything about finding a third to join your relationship, online, she still knew a thing or two about setting the right mood.<br><br>When she came back upstairs, a bottle of sparkling white wine in hand, Mar had changed out of her chef's jacket and pulled on a sport coat, completing her semi formal look. Which happened to be about as formal as Mar ever really liked to be, She brushed her fingers through her hair and pushed it to one side, like she usually wore it, and snagged three glasses on her way through the kitchen.<br><br>She sidestepped a waitress who told her goodnight, and she responded in kind, as she made her way down a short, low lit hall, adjacent the main dining room. The hall led to the chef's table, which was in a small, private, dining room, just off the kitchen. It was where parties could pay extra for a more exclusive and intimate dining experience. Tonight though it was reserved for a very special occasion.<br><strong>"Hey…"</strong> she said as she stepped through the doorway and saw Erin waiting for her.<br><br><strong>"...I guess she's not here yet."</strong> Mar pointed out to nobody as she crossed the room to where Erin was, leaned in, and pressed her lips to her wife's, kissing her deeply and enjoying, as always, the sweet taste.<br><strong>"Have you been waiting long?"</strong> She asked, placing the wine and glasses on the table. She wasn't worried about Celeste finding them, the greeter knew they were waiting for her and would bring her back as soon as she arrived. Mar was just excited, that much was clear from the grin on her face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family (PeachypiexBlueEyedBardxElizabeth Ecsed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>18-06-2020, 19:10:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://c4.wallpaperflare.com/wallpaper/910/916/865/looking-at-viewer-women-elizabeth-turner-model-wallpaper-preview.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> June 1, 9 pm.<br><strong>Location:</strong> View of Mar's, Chef's table.<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Nervous excitement<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erin, Mar<br><hr><hr>Not for the first time that day, Celeste St. James marveled at how quickly things had escalated between herself and the couple she was on her way to meet. It began with a simple response to an ad the Sinclair's had placed on the internet. Celeste never really expected it to go anywhere. People posted things online all the time, and very rarely followed through. Still, the life Erin and Mar described in their ad had captivated the girl's imagination: a different sort of family, unlike anything she'd had before.<br><br>Abuse had never really been a problem in her family. Her father had been largely absent and her mother didn't believe in discipline. Freedom and independence were what children needed, especially little girls. A nice sentiment, perhaps, but it was one that Celeste never really understood. Why did people value independence so highly? Men were forced into it and scorned when they felt short - she felt badly for them because of it. Perhaps going too far the other way was just as unhealthy. It was true, of course, that no woman should ever need to rely entirely upon another person. But people did rely upon each other, for love, affection, support. Those things had been missing from Celeste's life growing up. But she had her independence. And freedom.<br><br>Celeste hated her mother. <br><br>The hostess greeted the girl at the door and ushered her inside. "Celeste, right? You're here for Mar and Erin?" She nodded and the two exchanged pleasantries as they made their way through <em>View of Mar's</em>. It was a little too fancy for a college girl's budget. Just about any restaurant was, especially now that her scholarships had been suspended and her savings account running dry. The place was even nicer to Celeste's eye than the reviews she'd read about it. Most of them heaped praise, but they still didn't do justice to Mar's restaurant. Silently, she wondered if she'd be able to eat here more often now. She hoped so. <br><br>It occurred to her then just how much her life was about to change, assuming this meeting went well. And there was no reason to suspect that it would not. They'd gotten along wonderfully so far. Celeste had heard once before that you couldn't fall in love with someone unless you were physically in their presence - something to do with your biochemistry matching theirs. She knew now that was nonsense. In the few weeks that they'd known each other, exchanged texts, talked on the phone, and had a few video-chats, the girl had fallen pretty hard for the two older women. <br><br>"Just in there." The hostess pushed the door open to what must have been the private dining room. Celeste stepped nervously over the threshold. <br><br>She wore a sweet little dress with a light background and dark, floral patterns. It showed off a fair amount of sun-kissed skin, but it wasn't exactly immodest either. The skirt covered most of her thighs, except perhaps an inch or two above the knee. Golden hair flowed down over one shoulder, and two pink little circles brightened up her clearly nervous expression. She bit her lip when suddenly Erin greeted her with a kiss and a hug! She returned the hug, squeezing perhaps a little tighter than she meant to, almost clinging, before letting go.<br><br>"I can't believe I'm here." She said, beaming.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family (PeachypiexBlueEyedBardxElizabeth Ecsed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>18-06-2020, 19:44:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v2pH5SfaC70/XWUChtqFPEI/AAAAAAAAaQU/BjcSUAJshd8fVjYTLTUDSB2zmoMFQQySgCLcBGAs/s1600/18.%2BSydney%252C%2BAustralia.jpg)</div> <br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Erin Sinclair<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> June 1, 9pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mar's private table<br><strong>Mood:</strong> anxious, excited<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mar, little girl<br><hr><hr><br><br>(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a0/67/96/a06796c4cc069d6f78ec5ae81b7a054a.jpg)<br><br>Erin truly loved the internet. She could talk to people from all over the world, or communicate from the wild depths of the vast plains of Mongolia or the deep jungles of Costa Rica. But her current passion had been talking to sweet little Celeste, getting things all set up for their new life, as a family. She had been attracted to the girl from the beginning, loving how needy but also adorable the blonde seemed.<br><br>Fortunately, Mar also seemed fascinated by the girl, since her wife had veto power over any options she thought would not fit into their home. But&nbsp; Celeste easily won the chef over as well, probably through a combination of cuteness, beauty, and an inherently submissive nature. Erin was completely, perfectly happy to give her beloved wife the opportunity to experience a little submissive daughter.&nbsp; It was an exciting, taboo idea in so many delightful ways. But more than anything, the redhead wanted to nurture the little girl, to raise her properly and fix the wounds her natural parents had left. The opportunity for bondage, kink, and plenty of spankings was just a bonus.<br><br><br>Erin looked up from the book she was reading, The Lost City of the Monkey God: A True Story, by Douglas Preston. Anytime the scholar was caught reading a mass-market paperback outside of the privacy of her bedroom, that was a sure sign that the woman was nervous. To this day, she still refused to admit what she had read before the wedding to distract herself from the nerves.<br><br>Closing the book, not bothering to mark the page in anyway, Erin smiled at her wife and stood, just in time to be thoroughly kissed by her much adored wife. "Well hello beautiful..." she murmed into the kiss. Smiling up at the amazing woman she was happy to be married to, Erin melted against the tall woman.<br><br>"No, not long. Just a few chapters." Of course Erin judged time by how many pages she read. "Don't worry, little Celeste will be here soon. She needs this just as much as we do. She has a few more minutes before she's late. You know what New York is like." Straightening her wife's jacket, Erin looked over the other woman approvingly. While Mar was dressed up reasonably well in Mar terms, Erin almost felt under dressed. Sure, her gown could have fit in at almost any party, opera, or social gathering, but she felt the need to look her absolute best for their new daughter. Her hair was loose and slightly curled, hanging in frothy waves past her shoulders. Amethyst spaced with small emeralds sparkled on her neck and ears, an unusual but attractive necklace and earrings set. Frequently, she just wore a simple gold band, since she was so active at work, but today her engagement and wedding ring graced the proper finger. The whole outfit was probably way overkill, but Erin genuinely liked to dress up.<br><br><br>Laughing, she shook her head playfully at her wife. "The child is under age my love. You can't give her alcohol!" The redhead teased, so much love in her eyes. But if Mar thought it was appropriate, Erin wasn't in the mood to debate it. It really was a momentous occasion.<br><br>Spotting a little blonde head peeking around the door, the redhead smiled happily, sweetly. "Oh look, here she is now."<br><br>Moving gracefully over to sweep Celeste up in a big hug, Erin gently kissed the girls cheeks. "I'm so glad you could join us sweetheart! It's been so long since I've last seen you." It had been six days, to be precise. And they had talked on the phone every day between then and now. The redhead certainly didn't seem to mind in the least how tight the hug was. She made a happy little noise, resting her head on the blondes. "I love your dress, you're absolutely adorable!"<br><br>Taking Celeste's hand, she gently led the sweet little girl over to her spot at the table.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family (PeachypiexBlueEyedBardxElizabeth Ecsed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueEyedBard</strong> on <strong>19-06-2020, 11:10:52</strong>
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				<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, 9pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> View of Mar's, Chef's table<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Excited<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erin, Celeste <br><hr><hr><br><strong>"Yeah, of course you're right."</strong> and she really was. By this point in her life Mar had lived in the city for years, and she knew as well as anyone that traffic, pedestrians, and any number of unfortoled disruptions could cause an insane backup on the streets. Mar had always maintained that the reason noone drove in New York was because there was way too much traffic. Her little joke. She thought it was funny.<br>Ao she took a proper breath as she finally let herself fully appreciate how lovely her wife was tonight. From her lovely red hair, those stunning eyes, her jewelry that she probably thought was odd, but Mar loved how unique it was, all the way to the elegant gown she was dressed in.<br><br>To another onlooker it probably seemed like Mar was dressed as a total scrub, while Erin was on her way to a meeting with royalty. But that never bothered Mar, and it never seemed to bother Erin either. That was just their different styles, and it worked just great for both of them. It was perfect just the way they appreciated each other's own style. In fact, those differences just seemed to draw them closer to each other.<br><br>She smiled when Erin teasingly chastised her for the decision to bring wine for their little girl, but it didn't seem to phase her. <strong>"It's a special occasion. You can't commemorate our family becoming whole with apple cider…"</strong> she teased back as she arranged the glasses just perfectly. <strong>"...besides she's barely underage, <em>and</em> she's from Canada, remember? She's probably had wine with dinner since she was eighteen."</strong> Though she didn't plan on arguing with her wife over the subject, if she really didn't want her to serve the wine. But she really didn't seem that bothered by it. Especially when they were suddenly joined by a beautiful, young blonde, and Mar's eyes practically lit up.<br><br>Mar's smile continued to sparkle as Erin crossed to their new little girl to give her a hug and a kiss. Letting them have that moment Mar had to do her best not to get emotional. Celeste was so perfect, just seeing her in person actually made her heart hurt a little, thinking back to what she had told them about her actual parents.<br>Mar hadn't had a mother for most of her life, but at least she had an amazing father to emulate. But the very thought that Celeste's parents had forsaken the opportunity to shower Celeste with all the love they possibly could, made her heart ache a little. But that was quickly replaced by the sheer joy of knowing that she and Erin had the opportunity to give their little girl all the love and care she could possibly stand.<br><br>Mar finally crossed to the pair, after Erin was done hugging her, and wrapped her arms around Celeste, pulling her into a tight hug. Her face turned toward the girl's head, she took a deep inhale of her aroma and it made her smile wide. <strong>"Hello sweetheart, we're so glad you're here."</strong><br>When she let go, she slid a hand down Celeste's arm and took the girl's hand in her's. <strong>"Here, come sit down."</strong> she invited as all three of them moved to the table. She'd pull out Celeste's chair for her, and tuck her into the table, before sitting down on the opposite side of her, from Erin.<br><br>She had to take a little breath as she gathered her thoughts, and managed to get over how impactful this moment was, just so she would be able to talk. <strong>"I know we've been talking for awhile now, but part of me thought this moment was never going to come. I feel like being a little kid on Christmas, again. Celeste, are you hungry? Can we get you anything?"</strong> It was her calling in life, after all. She would always make sure those she cared about were fed. It was a go to when she was so excited that she didn't know what to say next.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family (PeachypiexBlueEyedBardxElizabeth Ecsed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>19-06-2020, 22:47:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://c4.wallpaperflare.com/wallpaper/910/916/865/looking-at-viewer-women-elizabeth-turner-model-wallpaper-preview.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> June 1, 9 pm.<br><strong>Location:</strong> View of Mar's, Chef's table.<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Nervous excitement<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erin, Mar<br><hr><hr><br>Erin and Mar's warm welcome instantly put the girl at ease - not completely, of course. She suspected it would be days before her nerves totally settled. This day had been a long-time coming. Or it seemed so to her, anyway. How long had they actually known each other? A few weeks. It seemed like such a drastic step to take so early on. And yet, as she was disentangled from Mar's embrace, the younger woman knew that this was the right decision.<br><br>It wasn't all about her financial situation either. In fact, strange as it might seem, that had almost nothing to do with her decision. She appreciated, of course, their offer to take care of her. That's what this thing was about, really - at its core. But if they had demanded rent, she would have paid. If she had all the money in the world, she still would have come. She wanted this. No, she <em>needed</em>. And now that they were all three of them together at least, she wondered what she'd ever done to be so lucky.<br><br>"Thank you," she said to Erin, and only blushed a little. Did the other woman suspect just how long she'd rummaged through her closet for the <em>perfect outfit?</em> Did she guess how many others Celeste had tried, only to discard. She had wanted to look cute for them more than sexy. That was her role, wasn't it? Adorable princess. An evening gown or little black dress would not have done. <br><br>She took the seat offered to her, before turning her attention to Mar. "Ummn. What do you recommend? I don't want anything too heavy, but you're the chef. What's your favourite?"<br><br>Then she turned to Erin. "Or maybe you have a favourite? Mar--" She started, blushed a little deeper, squirmed in her chair, then changed what she'd being to say. "Daddy." The word felt a little silly on her tongue. Daddy? She was 20 years old, and Mar was ... well, not her father! And yet, despite her rosy cheeks, the girl found that she liked it. <em>Daddy.</em> And Mommy. "Maybe Daddy is a little bias, since she's the chef?" She grinned. "What do you like, ummn--Mommy?" She squirmed again. This was thrilling! It was strange.<br><br>It was wonderful.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family (PeachypiexBlueEyedBardxElizabeth Ecsed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>20-06-2020, 00:56:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v2pH5SfaC70/XWUChtqFPEI/AAAAAAAAaQU/BjcSUAJshd8fVjYTLTUDSB2zmoMFQQySgCLcBGAs/s1600/18.%2BSydney%252C%2BAustralia.jpg)</div> <br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Erin Sinclair<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> June 1, 9pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mar's private table<br><strong>Mood:</strong> anxious, excited<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mar, little girl<br><hr><hr><br><br>(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a0/67/96/a06796c4cc069d6f78ec5ae81b7a054a.jpg)<br><br>Erin shook her head somberly. "No, you're right. Apple cider is most certainly not appropriate for a celebration. You need sparkling grape juice." Laughing, she tossed her head back, before smiling adoringly at her wife. "You know, I completely forgot that she was Canadian. Can you believe that?"<br><br>Preening under her wife's loving stare, Erin gently fluffed some of her lovely red hair, enjoying the attention. <br><br>But after she separated from the sweet little blonde, it was her turn to watch her wife be affectionate with the girl. Her face was calm, a mask as she thought about what she actually felt. She studied the way Mar smiled, how she doted on the girl. On some level, not having all of Mar's attention for herself like she always had stung..&nbsp; but at the same time, she loved the joy on her wife's face. <br><br><em>Mar won't leave me. Celeste can't ruin what we have. Mar and I will work through anything that comes up. I don't have to be jealous. Celeste is our little girl, we share. Mar wouldn't do this if she didn't love me, or if I didn't want this too. <br><br>It will be ok. Sharing love doesn't mean that I get any less. Just that it's a different style than before. And adding more love to the equation means more love to go around. <br><br>And... I truly do dote on the child myself. Lust for her even. Want to cuddle her and raise her. I can do this. I truly do want this.</em><br><br>A small little content smile appeared on her face as she looked from Mar to the girl. Most people would not say content was better than happy, but Erin disagreed. Happy was fleeting, a flash and then gone. Content meant she was at peace with the world and accepting of what life had brought her. And that was a very firm stance to meet the world from. <br><br>The redhead could have very easily guessed that Celeste spent plenty of time digging through her closet, touching every dress. After all, it was exactly what Erin herself had done. <br><br>The smile turned wondering, hungry, huge and adoring as Celeste called them by their titles. This was real, they were doing it, they were going to have a beautiful little submissive in their home, their bedroom, their lives. And very strongly, Erin felt that the girl would be perfect. That little Celeste would fit in so very well, and belong just as deeply to her Mommy as well as her Daddy. <br><br>Leaning in, Erin very much enjoyed the blushing, squirming little darling that was now their very own daughter.&nbsp; Her eyes were delighted and full of both tenderness and desire. She wanted to order the girl around, have her please both her new parents right then and there under the tablecloths, switching from Mar's pussy back to Erin's shaved, suddenly wet and needy one.<br><br>But practicalities won out. "Mar... Daddy dear, I bet you ordered a charcuterie plate for us. But I am highly guessing that the little one didn't eat much today, so I would feel remiss in our parental duties if we didn't get some good food in her. I know it's getting late, that it is nearing Celeste's bedtime, but we should probably spoil her tonight and get her something she would love. I can't wait to show the little one her new home, but we don't need to rush."<br><br>The redhead was already willing to discuss the girl as if she wasn't even qualified to make a decision, the adults in the room making the bigger choices.<br>Smiling warmly at her new daughter, Erin put a menu in front of her. "Oh Daddy makes everything delicious. It's a large part of why I married her. I love it all here, but my favorites are the trout, the steaks, and especially the beef Wellington. It's something your Daddy would make specially for me, when she was trying to get Mommy to date her. That's what I'll have tonight."<br><br>Smiling fondly at Mar, Erin's gaze held all the love in the world. Hopefully the chef wasn't in too much of a hurry. As much as Erin craved getting little Celeste home, she also wanted to truly savor the evening, to commit every detail to memory. This was a life changing event, after all. And in some ways, it was just as special as some of her major events with Mar.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family (PeachypiexBlueEyedBardxElizabeth Ecsed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueEyedBard</strong> on <strong>20-06-2020, 20:44:48</strong>
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				<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, 9pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> View of Mar's, Chef's table<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Excited<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erin, Celeste <br><hr><hr><br>Just the three of them sitting here at the table together already felt so perfect. A family. Their perfect little family. Her, Erin, and their little girl. It left a big, warm, smile to stain her features. But it was when she heard Celeste call her <em>Daddy</em> that her heart began to melt, she reached out and stroked her hand down their little blonde princesses hair, her heart engorged with a need to care for her, and when her eyes shifted to Erin, her wife would recognize another look in her eyes. A desire to hold their little girl's face between her wife's legs, and to sit on the girl's face…<br>It was an odd feeling, to want to care for someone paternally, and also dominate them sexually. But somehow, sweet little Celeste managed to bring both sides of her out equally.<br><strong>"Bias is putting it mildly. Everything we have here is delicious."</strong> She'd reply with a teasing wink to their little girl.<br><br>When Erin began speaking, her cloudy blue eyes stayed fixed on the redhead, while her hand continued to stroke Celeste's hair. <strong>"...yeah, there's a plate on the way…"</strong> Somehow it seemed only natural to be talking to her wife, over Celeste's head. Making decisions about dinner between the two of them, knowing better than their little girl, what she would want.<br><strong>"...I'm not super hungry either…how about we get the wellington, and the salmon. Then the three of us can share that. It's getting late, and I wouldn't want Celeste to be too stuffed when it's time for bed."</strong> still smiling at Erin, she leaned in and kissed Celeste on the cheek.<br><br>She had no idea how she was going to react to Celeste joining them, until it actually happened. But now that it had, she was ecstatic at how she had no conflicting feelings about the two ladies in her life now. She still saw Erin with that same beautiful glow that she always had, and Celeste was all together different. It didn't sour her mood to see her wife dote on the girl, and she couldn't wait to see how that translated later, in bed.<br><strong>"I'll run into the back real quick, and make sure Morgan doesn't pack everything up."</strong><br><br>Like a spring, she popped up from her seat and crossed behind Celeste, not taking her hand off the girl's hair until she absolutely had too. At the same time, her free hand found Erin's cheek, as she bent down and guided their lips together again. This time with an all new warmth. A warmth that only came from two parents, who finally had a doting daughter of their own.<br><strong>"Be right back."</strong><br><br>When she slipped out of the chef's table room, Mar made an expert B-line into the kitchen. She had an all new energy in her, and it shows in abundance with the way she moved like she hadn't worked ten hours that day, and in the bright smile still on her face.<br><strong>"Hey Morgan, how was the Welli today?...can I get one portion, and the fresh salmon at the chef's table?...how ya doin, you good? I'll put you in for overtime. Don't worry, I got you...is that the charcuterie plate for the chef's?"</strong><br><br>She was probably gone close to ten minutes. She knew it would be ok, Erin and Celeste could use the time to get even better acquainted. Plus, she knew she would have plenty of daddy, daughter time to look forward to.<br>When she slipped back into their private dining room, she had in her hands a lovely, wooden plate, arranged with a vast, and colorful display of cheeses, meats, olives, fruits and nuts. The charcuterie plate (https://imagesvc.meredithcorp.io/v3/mm/image?q=85&amp;c=sc&amp;poi=face&amp;w=1200&amp;h=1600&amp;url=https%3A%2F%2Fstatic.onecms.io%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2Fsites%2F37%2F2019%2F01%2F15220500%2Fblue-diamond-full-charcuterie-board-55bbf270.jpg) was a specialty at View of Mar's. Critics raved about it, and most regular customers got it every time. The combination of flavors just worked. Tempting the palate into wanting more delicious flavor.<br><br><strong>"Here we go, something to get us started."</strong> placing the plate down in front of the three of them.<br><strong>"They're working on our food now."</strong> then went back to her seat. <br><strong>"I'll admit, I've been looking forward to asking, how's my lovely wife and my beautiful little girl, doing?"</strong> she asked with a teasing little wrinkle in her nose.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family (PeachypiexBlueEyedBardxElizabeth Ecsed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>21-06-2020, 00:54:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://c4.wallpaperflare.com/wallpaper/910/916/865/looking-at-viewer-women-elizabeth-turner-model-wallpaper-preview.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> June 1, 9 pm.<br><strong>Location:</strong> View of Mar's, Chef's table.<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Nervous excitement<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erin, Mar<br><hr><hr><br>That Mar and Erin continued to talk over her might have bothered the girl on another occasion – or if it were any two other people doing it. As she listened to the two women discuss what she would eat, that she must be hungry and <em>needed</em> to eat, her bedtime, and all sorts of other things that directly concerned her, however, the pretty little blonde found herself feeling exactly like what she was here to be: their sweet babygirl. Plus, all the little touches and smiles, them occasionally including her in the conversation, and Mar’s hand stroking through her hair definitely helped. <br><br>Her eyes darted back-and-forth between the two, never once feeling left out, even though she was hardly given time to utter a single word. They were Mommy and Daddy, after all. It wasn’t her place to interrupt. And they were the ones who made the decisions. Besides, her nerves were making it difficult to think of anything she might say. No, she was content to listen. She was happy. She was happier than she’d been in her 20 years of life thus far. <br><br>Once they’d decided on the beef wellington and salmon, Celeste smiled and nodded her agreement. “That sounds delicious,” she said. And fancy. But, well, this was a fancy restaurant and her Daddy was a fancy chef. Anyway, it didn’t seem like she had a choice, and she was glad to accept their decision. The kiss Mar left on her cheek had the girl blushing. And beaming! <em>Daddy's princess</em>, she thought silently. Once Mar left the room, however, Celeste's nerves returned in full-force.<br><br>Somehow, they were worse now than when all three of them had been together. When Mar had been there with them, much of the two women’s attention had been focused on each other. Now it was just she and Erin – she and Mommy. Silently, she wondered what the other woman was thinking. Positive things, she hoped. They’d talked so much online already, developed a bond that was already far too thick to break without it causing tremendous pain. She was terrified of disappointing them. And that terror froze her tongue to the roof of her mouth.<br><br>At least for a moment.<br><br>“I’m sorry if I’m not as talkative as usual,” she said, shifting awkwardly in her seat when she did. “It’s just that I’m nervous. I know we’ve talked a lot online, and it’s been amazing. But real life is so much different! I love it. I’m so happy right now, you have no idea.” She gave a nervous laugh. “I’m just worried about saying or doing the wrong thing.” She explained, rubbing the back of her neck. Her cheeks were bright pink, and her eyes kept darting to and away from Erin's. She tried to laugh again.<br><br>"I still can't believe I'm actually here. You and -- you and Daddy are amazing." Then, chewing on her lip thoughtfully for a few moments, she found the courage to ask: "Do I really have to go to bed soon? I want to stay up."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family (PeachypiexBlueEyedBardxElizabeth Ecsed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>21-06-2020, 05:07:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v2pH5SfaC70/XWUChtqFPEI/AAAAAAAAaQU/BjcSUAJshd8fVjYTLTUDSB2zmoMFQQySgCLcBGAs/s1600/18.%2BSydney%252C%2BAustralia.jpg)</div> <br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Erin Sinclair<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> June 1, 9pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mar's private table<br><strong>Mood:</strong> anxious, excited<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mar, little girl<br><hr><hr><br>Erin didn't want to be jealous. She truly wanted this to be a happy little family, for Mar and Celeste and her to be inseperatable and dedicated to their little family triangle. Mommy and Daddy and sweet little submissive darling daughter. But for a second, once again, seeing Mar caress the beautiful blonde little thing pulled at Erin's heart in the wrong direction. Taking a deep breath, she walked herself through the feelings. <em>Remember what the books and poly classes said. Jealousy is natural and normal. It's not a sign that everything is wrong. Just breathe through it, accept the feelings, and they will pass. It's ok. Just because things are new and sometimes scary does not mean that they are bad.</em> <br><br>And then Mar sent her a absolutely wicked look, and Erin's face curled in a sensually perverted smile. The little nod from the redhead said <em>Yes, I was thinking something similar, my love.</em><br><br>The synchronization with her wife, always so effortless and natural, swept away any lingering concerns. Reaching out, she also put her hand on those silky blonde locks Celeste looked so good with. Touching fingers with Mar as they played with the girls hair was incredibly touching. And sexual. <em>Forget any jealousy, this is ridiculously hot! The girl even looks like she could be Mar's daughter... See how utterly adorable that kiss was!!!</em><br><br>Putting on a shocked, horrified expression, she stared at her wife. "You.... You want me to share my wellie? Wow..." Laughing, she nodded her agreement. "Ok, that sounds like a good plan. A little bit of wellie for some of your fish, and little Celeste's tummy won't hurt when we get home. Say thank you to the kitchen staff for me please. Oh, and Rodriguez's daughter is turning five soon, so please say feliz cumpleaños for me." The nerd woman dipped into her Spanish easily, having used it in the field more than once. <br><br>And there was so, so much love in Mar's kiss, Erin couldn't help but purr against her wife's lips. "Love you too Mar-bear."<br><br>Looking at the little blonde, Erin smiled, so warm and comforting. Leaning in, she pressed her lips to the girls cheek, leaving a little lipstick print on her soft skin. <br><br>"Oh sweetie, our little darling. Come here. It's ok."<br><br>Sliding her hand down Celeste's arm, Erin gently took the girls hand and helped her stand. In her heels, the redhead was almost as tall as Mar. Turning the sweet little blonde, Erin pulled Celeste against her taller body, hugging the girl... Her new daughter... Tight and snug, comforting and posessive. <br><br>"It's ok, Celeste. Daughter, our little girl. We talked about this, remember? We don't expect you to be perfect. We're all excited about you coming to live with us. We want you. We want you to be a good, wonderful part of our family. Just embrace the happiness and breathe out the nerves. We adore you already. Mar thinks you are wonderful, I can see it in her eyes. And you know darn well that I think you are exactly what we have been missing in our life. We want you to be happy and healthy and utterly cared for."<br><br>Leaning back, but not letting her daughter out of the hug, Erin pursed her lips, raising an eyebrow. She clearly wasn't mad, just slightly disbelieving... Mostly teasing, yes, but also with an edge of dominance, of control... Mommy correcting a child. "Are you really questioning your bedtime already, Celeste, sweetie? Yes, your bedtime is 11pm, unless Daddy or I says otherwise." <br><br>Waiting a second, then three, then six, she let her daughter squirm. "But tonight is a very special occasion, so we might decide to let you stay up a little bit later. Possibly. <br><br>Though that does remind me. Mar and I are going to want to have sex with you, both individually and as a family. I know you are joining us as a submissive, but we both believe consent is extremely important. So do not feel pressured to do anything sexual you don't want to. We will happily wait until you are ready. Ok?"<br><br>Smiling happily at Mar, still holding their new daughter chastely, Erin grinned goofily at her wife. "Hey Daddy, I bet little Celeste is short enough that you can hug us both and kiss me over her head..." She cooed, very much wanting a family hug now.<br><br>That done, she set about putting little bits of meat and cheese and nuts on Celeste's plate, picking out a good mix for the girl to try, just... Assuming that the girl would need help. Her daughter taken care of, Erin fixed her own plate, making sure to get some of all the kinds of cheese. If there was one thing she loved, it was Mar. If there were two things, she probably would list Celeste. But if she got to pick her top five, cheese would almost certainly be number three.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family (PeachypiexBlueEyedBardxElizabeth Ecsed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueEyedBard</strong> on <strong>21-06-2020, 19:00:24</strong>
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				<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, 9pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> View of Mar's, Chef's table<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Excited<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erin, Celeste <br><hr><hr><br>She was just putting the platter down, still admiring the way her girls looked, snugged together so close and sweet, in the lowlights of the dining room, when Erin made her observation. She looked over at them and had toet her smile warm again. She could tell what her wife was driving at, and actually it was a very appealing moment to her as well.<br><strong>"Oh yeah? Well let's just test that theory…"</strong> she'd reply with a teasing little grin, as she slipped in behind Celeste. <br><br>They had only just met in person, but already Mar had no qualms about tucking in right again Celeste like she had known the little girl all her life. She was able to wrap her long, lean, arms around the two of them quite easily, with her hands gently stroking over the curves of Erin's spine and shoulder blades. She knew every inch of her wife's body by heart, this was just a slightly new experience with having their precious little girl safely squeezed between them. Once both girls were securely tucked into her embrace, she let one hand slide up Erin's back and into that lovely red hair while leaning in to press her lips to Erin's a third time tonight. This kiss though had a bit of added fire. Something about Celeste's warmth between them added a sense of desire, Mar even parted her lips a bit against her wife's, letting her tongue quickly pass by her lips, to really taste the desire that she was sure her wife was feeling as well. Then she let that wicked grin cross her lips again before leaning lower to kiss Celeste on the top of her head. This was already getting exciting, and they were only sitting down to dinner.<br><br>Once they were sitting at their table again, Erin went right to preparing a plate for Celeste. It warmed her heart to see her wife doting on their little girl, even before getting anything to eat herself. She always knew that Erin would make a great mother, now she was seeing it first hand.<br>While Erin worked on preparing plates, Mar reached out to the plate and picked out one of the figs, not hesitating to use her fingers, as she brought it up in front of Celeste. <strong>"Here sweetheart, try one of these figs. They turned out delectable this season."</strong> then she offered it to their sweet girl's lips, then diverted her eyes back to Erin as she smiled.<br><br><strong>"You know sweetie, your mommy and I spent a long time trying to make your room absolutely perfect. I'm really excited for you to see it…"</strong> even though she had been looking at Erin, she had been speaking to Celeste, until right then. <strong>"...speaking of, Mommy, I know we have a bedtime set up for our little girl. But I think we're going to have plenty more we'll want to do tonight. Don't you?"</strong> She asked with a wink before picking up an olive and biting into it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family (PeachypiexBlueEyedBardxElizabeth Ecsed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>21-06-2020, 21:53:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://c4.wallpaperflare.com/wallpaper/910/916/865/looking-at-viewer-women-elizabeth-turner-model-wallpaper-preview.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> June 1, 9 pm.<br><strong>Location:</strong> View of Mar's, Chef's table.<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Nervous excitement<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erin, Mar<br><hr><hr>Allowing herself to be guided onto her feet, Celeste embraced the hug with all the neediness of an insecure child. That might even have been how it looked - A mother comforting her sweet daughter - given the significant height discrepancy. In her flat, black pumps Celeste stood maybe half an inch taller than her natural 5'3". Erin towered over her, which meant that the younger girl could tuck her golden head neatly beneath Mommy's chin and rest it there in comfort and security. <br><br>Was this what people meant when they talked about a mother's love? Celeste had never experienced anything like it. She felt that even her own insecurity couldn't reach her here, wrapped up in Erin's loving embrace; she could have stayed like that forever, held by Mommy and listening quietly to her words of reassurance. <br><br>But instead, sweet Celeste just <em>had</em> to comment on her bedtime. She hadn't meant it as a complaint, not really. Still, she'd long known that this particular rule would be one of the hardest for her to follow. The first time Mar and Erin informed her there would be a bedtime, princess had gotten a little grumpy. But her displeasure quickly turned to excitement when she realized rules like <em>that</em> were the exact sort that made this relationship so real. None of them were supposed to be fun. And some were bound to be downright miserable! But they were all for her own good. And they were all decided by Mommy and Daddy. Little girls didn't get to make their own rules. Celeste <em>did</em> like staying up late, though. Coincidentally, she often slept in and missed a lot of her morning classes. But there was no correlation. Definitely not.<br><br>"I wasn't--" Celeste started to speak, but quickly stopped short when she remembered how adamant both parents were that little girls did not interrupt their Mommies and Daddies! Instead, she bit down on her lower lip and visibly squirmed. So, this was what it was like to get into trouble. Celeste didn't fully understand how she felt about it. She was nervous, though, that much was certain. Mommy didn't look particularly menacing, but there was something about the arched eyebrow that had the sweet girl's heart pounding. And the way she spoke.<br><br>And the way she let her words hang in the air for a few, long moments afterward. They felt like an eternity! What would happen at the end of them -when Mommy spoke again? In a way, the girl didn't want to know. But mostly, she just wanted the silence to end. Still, she didn't dare to speak, choosing instead to stare up into the stern gaze looking down on her, lower lip clamped between her teeth, and cheeks growing rosy. What torture! Finally, though, Mommy spoke, and the little girl was allowed to breathe once more.<br><br>"Okay," she said, her voice a pitch her or two higher than it normally would be. And that was that. She couldn't pretend to be <em>pleased</em> about her bedtime. But that wasn't her job! She was allowed to be upset and grumpy about things . . . just as long as she obeyed. And she would. Most of the time. <br><br>Erin turned the conversation in a completely different direction, anyway, and all thoughts of unfair bedtimes were pushed far from her mind. "I know." She said, and nodded. "I'm excited for that part, too. You're both really sexy!" Giggling at that, she hopped up high enough to place a quick peck on Mommy's check. "I'm not that experienced with . . . that side of this, either. So, thank you for being patient about it. But I think I'm pretty ready to try things." She said, and it was true. A moment later, she wrapped herself back up in Mommy's arms and heard the door creak open behind them.<br><br>She didn't need to turn to know that it was Daddy who entered - especially not when those long, powerful arms wrapped themselves around the two other women. Celeste found herself squeezed between their two bodies, her head only slightly above their bust. It was all softness and sweetness, warmth and love. Truly, she was really beginning to feel like their little girl. Their princess.<br><br>Family hug checked off their list, little Celeste returned to her seat at the table, where she patiently waited for Mommy to prepare her plate. At 20 years old, the girl was clearly more than capable of getting her own food. And yet she didn't even question, neither explicitly to Mar and Erin, nor internally to herself. It was just another step on the road to security, safety, and love. She was Mommy's little girl. And Mommy was taking good care of her. <br><br>"It's so tasty, Daddy!" Celeste beamed, after having nibbled the fig right out of Mar's hand. "Everything is." True, she hadn't eaten much - Celeste had always been a slow eater - even with her small portions, she was usually the last one to finish a meal. She was a picky eater, too. But not tonight - not with Daddy's food. She'd tried everything, and she'd loved it all. <br><br>Much of their meal-time conversation had been between Erin and Mar - Mommy and Daddy things that didn't concern little sweethearts. And Celeste ate quietly while they talked. But when the conversation turned to topics that did concern her, the girl's ears immediately perked up. She didn't immediately respond. Somehow, she got the feeling that anything she could say would only diminish her chances of staying up past her bedtime. Plus, she didn't want Daddy knowing that she'd 'questioned' her bedtime to Mommy once already. So, she kept quiet, pretending that her ears weren't burning while they decided her fate.<br><br>After they had made up their mind, though, she felt free to speak. "I'm really excited to see. Is it big?" She asked. And then, feeling increasingly more confident as the evening went along, she added: "Can I have a TV in there?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family (PeachypiexBlueEyedBardxElizabeth Ecsed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>22-06-2020, 04:40:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v2pH5SfaC70/XWUChtqFPEI/AAAAAAAAaQU/BjcSUAJshd8fVjYTLTUDSB2zmoMFQQySgCLcBGAs/s1600/18.%2BSydney%252C%2BAustralia.jpg)</div> <br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Erin Sinclair<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> June 1, 9pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mar's private table<br><strong>Mood:</strong> anxious, excited<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mar, little girl<br><hr><hr><br>The redhead Mommy smiled down at her new daughter, pleased by her responses to everything. "Good girl..." She said softly, approvingly. Erin was happy with the responses little Celeste had made, especially the entranced spellbound stare, and the adorable squirming blushies.<br><br>Stroking her daughter's hair gently, Erin nodded. "That's ok. I think we both prefer you to be a little innocent. That way we can mold you into the perfect little girl." Grinning, Erin squeezed the little girl tightly, hand on Celeste's hips. <br><br>Her attention back on her wife, still hugging their little darling daughter tight, Erin moaned softly into the kiss. Having her beloved Mar hold her against their daughter, their little girl, their submissive, their own little sex toy and lover..&nbsp; was utterly amazing. Eagerly parting her lips to the touch of Mar's tongue, she gently caressed it with her own. Mar had such a great knowledge of Erin's responses, and the redheads desire was indeed very high. "I love you Mar, Daddy." She whispered to her beautiful wife. <br><br>Looking up from the plate, sliding it in front of Celeste, the Mommy shrugged. "I suppose it depends on her behavior for the rest of the evening. I told her that her bedtime is at 11, and she immediately asked if she had to, and declared that she wanted to stay up later." Putting a piece of cheese in her mouth, Erin chewed thoughtfully, and finally swallowed. "To be fair, she wasn't rude, and she did agree with me when I reminded her that we set the rules, not her. I suspect that it was just excitement more than anything. But I also believe that she doesn't like the idea of a bedtime. Perhaps we should enforce it tonight and enjoy a well rested girl in the morning? <br><br>Oh, and while I'm thinking of it, Daddy, please tell our little girl about her curfew."&nbsp; Erin could have herself, but didn't want to be the sole disciplinarian in the household. Besides, the instructions coming from Mar, the girl's Daddy, might sink in more. Erin was very, very serious about curfew.<br><br>Celeste wouldn't be able to tell, Erin spoke in an absolutely convincing tone... But the redhead knew that her wife most likely wanted to have very wickedly hot sex with her family. And the sparkle in Erin's blue eyes said that if Mar approved it, little Celeste was going to stay up past her bedtime indeed. Of course, she was also completely, fully ready to agree that bedtimes were serious and needed to be enforced.<br><br>Laughing softly, Erin squeezed her little girl's hand gently. "Depends on what you call big. You have plenty of space, especially for a little girl. But it's tied for the smallest bedroom with the guest room. Mommy and Daddy have the master bedroom, and we both have offices. Then the guest bedroom and your room. Don't worry though, your room is right next to ours, and has a little bathroom all it's own. "<br><br>Putting on the small, tolerant smile and tone of voice she used when children at the museum asked if the world was flat, or if they could take a five thousand pound mineral specimen home with them, or if humans evolved from dinosaurs, Erin shook her head. "Oh my goodness, absolutely not. We want to make sure you actually get some sleep when we put you to bed. For that matter, you will turn in your phone to us every night before bed. You may have as many books as you like, but no computers or gaming systems are allowed after bedtime. Sleep is very important for a growing girl, and you have to be well rested for your classes and the day. <br><br>If you need noise at night, we can play white noise like the ocean, or rain. Or soft music. Nothing that will keep you awake." <br><br>Finishing the last of her charcuterie plate, Erin reached out over Celeste and took Mar's hand. "What did you think of the appetizer, sweetie? I think it was perfect as always."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family (PeachypiexBlueEyedBardxElizabeth Ecsed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueEyedBard</strong> on <strong>23-06-2020, 07:21:21</strong>
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				<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, 9pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> View of Mar's, Chef's table<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Excited<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erin, Celeste <br><hr><hr><br>It was hard to avoid the little smirk that grew on Mar's face, as Erin described the way Celeste had already objected to her bedtime, and asked to stay up later. Even though she knew something like that would be less than amusing to the loving mommy, Mar had a hard time justifying getting too upset, herself. After all, she had complained about her own bed time more than once to her own father growing up. That was just a normal thing for a child to do. All the same, she knew that sort of behavior shouldn't be deemed acceptable. Even if her own devices had earned her the privilege to stay up later on more than one occasion, with her older brothers.<br>That's why, after Erin finished telling her, and she swallowed an almond that she had been chewing on, she turned her attention to Celeste. Reaching up she would stroke her fingers through their little girl's hair again. <strong>"Now sweetheart, you know mommy and I make these rules only because we care about you so much. We only want what's best for you, even if you don't always like it. It's important that you mind the rules we set."</strong><br><br>Her face had been more neutral, as she backed up what Erin had been saying. But when she turned her gaze back to her wife, Mar's expression changed back to a soft, forgiving, smile. <strong>"I think she's just excited, love. I mean, I am too, if I'm being honest."</strong> she'd admit, with a little wrinkle of her nose.<br>Then Erin brought up Celeste's curfew, a topic they had discussed to great length to make sure their little girl would always have time for schoolwork, and anything else, before bed. <strong>"You're right, babe."</strong> Turning her cloudy blues back to Celeste, she was wearing her neutral, business face again.<br><strong>"Sweetie, on top of your bedtime, your mother and I expect you home by ten, every night… of course, special occasions can be discussed. But especially on school nights, we expect you to be home no later than that, and that doesn't running in through the door right at ten every night, either. Keep in mind my rule here in my kitchen, being on time means getting here ten minutes early, arriving right when you are supposed to be here, is late."</strong> She held her little girl's gaze with her own, making it clear that she was in no way joking. Then she smiled sweetly to their little girl again, stroking her hair once more. <strong>"Don't worry sweetheart, I promise everything won't feel like rules after rules, when we're home."</strong><br><br>She let Erin go about describing Celeste's room to her, while she took a cracker and spread some cheese on it. She ate the little snack in three bites, even if she could have eaten it in one bite. She really didn't want to look like an animal in front of their little girl, just shoving food into her mouth. Then when the topic of tv came up, she carefully chewed and swallowed, while Erin shot the idea down, before she stepped in to back her up.<br><strong>"Trust us on this, sweetheart. Tv, and all those electronics, really aren't as great as you may want to think they are. All they do is distract you from how much better life is without them. But don't worry, we have a theater room at home, and daddy has a library of the best, classic, movies, that I just can't wait to watch with you."</strong> She'd say with a little wink.<br><br>She was popping another cube of cheese into her mouth when she felt Erin's hand on her and she connected with her wife again to hear her compliment about the appetizer. <strong>"Well yeah. Best appetizer plate in the city…"</strong> she said with a teasing smirk. <strong>"...but then, I might be a little biased."</strong><br>Right then, a young waitress entered their dining room, carrying a plate on each hand. <strong>"Ah, speak of the devil."</strong> Mar commented as she stood and took one of the plates to help set it out on their table. <strong>"...and now for the best dinner in the city.... thanks hun, you can head home now. We appreciate you staying a little late."</strong><br><br>As the waitress left their room, Mar grabbed up the bottle of sparkling wine. <strong>"Alright sweetheart, this is another thing that is very much a special occasion thing…"</strong> she explained as she pulled the wrapping off the bottle. <strong>"...your mother and I don't want you out on the town, drinking with your friends from school. If you are going to have a drink, we want it to be with us, at home, where we know you'll be safe…"</strong> She said confidently, knowing that trying to forbid such things completely would just lead to their little girl doing it behind their back. <br><strong>"...and again, tonight is a very special occasion."</strong> She said, positioning her thumb beneath the cork. She must have popped a hundred bottles of champagne in this room. She knew just how to do it, and just how to make it impressive.<br><br>With a sharp <em>POP!</em> the cork shot out of the bottle, rickashay off the wall, and landed perfectly in the palm of Mar's hand. With a confident smirk, she poured a little of the bubbly gold liquid into each of the glasses. Giving her girls a little wink as she did.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family (PeachypiexBlueEyedBardxElizabeth Ecsed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>24-06-2020, 00:33:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://c4.wallpaperflare.com/wallpaper/910/916/865/looking-at-viewer-women-elizabeth-turner-model-wallpaper-preview.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Celeste St. James<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> June 1, 9 pm.<br><strong>Location:</strong> View of Mar's, Chef's table.<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Nervous excitement<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erin, Mar<br><hr><hr>It felt so strange, having two people talk about you as if you weren't even there - talking about you <em>and</em> your behaviour <em>and</em> what it meant <em>and</em> what they should do about it. Celeste's eyes bounced back-and-forth between the two, struggling not to interject. Somehow, she knew that interrupting a conversation between Mommy and Daddy wouldn't go over well for her. Still, she couldn't help but stamp her foot against the floor when Erin suggested that they might need to reinforce the bedtime tonight. It wasn't a hard stomp - and it might not even have been noticed. But the girl did <em>not</em> want to go to bed at 11 pm. <br><br>The conversation soon turned to other things, though - Celeste still wasn't totally sure if she was allowed to skip her bedtime tonight, but she didn't dare ask. Besides, Daddy had her full-attention now and it was difficult to think of anything else with those blue eyes boring into her. And the tone in the older woman's voice promised Celeste that she wouldn't like what happened if she dared to question <em>this</em>. So, she didn't - no matter how much she might have wanted to. It seemed that she and Mar had two very different definitions of 'on-time.' For Daddy, it meant ten minutes early. For Celeste, it meant no more than 30 minutes after the deadline. She suspected that Mar had absolutely no intention of changing her definition.<br><br>So, Celeste nodded her head: Mommy and Daddy made the rules. Still, she wasn't particularly happy about this one - that was the point, though, wasn't it? - and it showed on grumpy face. And she continued to listen like that, silently pushing some food around her plate with her fork while they explained the rules on electronics. The comment about her phone jerked the girl's eyes toward Erin, a little wider than they usually were. Her mouth worked, as if to speak, but the girl quickly thought better of it and closed tight. That little bit about at the end about she and Mar watching movies together in their home theatre made all of it easier to accept, anyway. <em>That</em> sounded wonderful. All-in-all, Celeste handled the conversation about rules fairly well. There were a few grumpy whimpers and incredulous looks, but she didn't argue. She knew who was in charge, and she loved it that way - even if she <em>really</em> didn't want to give up her phone at night. Now what was she supposed to do at night in bed? Sleep?<br><br>They were all likely grateful - Celeste certainly was - when their talk turned toward more pleasant things - like the food! "It was so good!" The girl beamed. "Do we get to eat like this at home, too?" She asked, and never thought twice about calling it home. It was her home now. Daddy and Mommy's house, maybe, but it was <em>their</em> home. <br><br>"This looks so good, Daddy." Celeste said once the waitress had left and their food remained to be eaten. And she nodded when informed what the rules were on drinking. This was one that didn't really concern her. Celeste had been legal for two years already where she'd come from, but even there she'd never been much of a drinker. She <em>despised</em> hang-overs. But Daddy was right: tonight was a special occasion. They were celebrating the beginning of their new family. Anyway, she did like champagne. Giggling at Mar's display with the cork, Celeste settled in for their first dinner together as a family.<br><br>A little while into it - maybe aided slightly by the few sips of champagne she'd already taken - Celeste found the courage to say something that had been at the back of her mind for the past few minutes. "Since I'm on summer holidays, that means I get to stay out a little later." She didn't pose it as a question. More chance of being told no if she asked. Right?<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family (PeachypiexBlueEyedBardxElizabeth Ecsed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>24-06-2020, 16:11:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v2pH5SfaC70/XWUChtqFPEI/AAAAAAAAaQU/BjcSUAJshd8fVjYTLTUDSB2zmoMFQQySgCLcBGAs/s1600/18.%2BSydney%252C%2BAustralia.jpg)</div> <br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Erin Sinclair<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> June 1, 9pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mar's private table<br><strong>Mood:</strong>&nbsp; excited, dominant<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mar, little girl<br><hr><hr><br>With a soft giggle and a happy smile at both beautiful women in her life, Erin nodded. "Me too, my darling. Me too.<br><br>And Celeste, the earlier you bring up special occasions, the more likely we are to approve them. Calling at nine thirty and begging is not a good idea. And another rule on electronics... In addition to having the passwords to your email, Blackboard, and other school communications... We are going to install administrator access to your phone. It means you can not change the password. We will be able to see what websites you go to and who you are communicating with. We will also be able to see where your phone is. I know it's a lot, but you're such a little girl in a big world, and we are going to do our best to protect you. We care about you immensely and want you to be incredibly successful."<br><br>Running her fingers gently over her little darlings hair and cheek again, like Mar was doing, she smiled. The sulking was noted, but not commented on. This time. "We really do want you to have the best possible life with us. And we understand your strong need for rules and boundaries and discipline. We are going to take care of you and love you with all our hearts, that will never change. There will be a lot of fun and giggles and cuddles and joy, but we do expect you to follow the rules, for your own good." She kissed her little darling on the forehead, smiling warmly at her. "I know that it is difficult, but we will support you and praise you and give you extra cuddles when we have to spank you. And just think... Good little girls get to sleep in Mommy and Daddy's bed a lot. Wouldn't that be fun?"<br><br>After exchanging some pleasantries with the waitress, Erin sliced off a third of her wellie, and put it on Celeste's plate, along with a good portion of vegetables. <br><br>Smiling happily at her wife, she lifted her glass in a toast. "To family, to love, to supporting each other through all the difficult times and becoming stronger, together. To my amazing wife and our beautiful little daughter, our sweet baby girl... Welcome to a loving family, Celeste sweetie."<br><br>The redhead leaned down, cradling that beautiful blonde hair in her hands, placing a sweet little champagne flavored kiss directly on the girl's lips. It would have been a chaste kiss, except for the fact that she was almost old enough to be Celeste's mother, and the girl was moving in with them explicitly to be a submissive daughter and obey her parents outside the bedroom, and especially inside. The truth was, giving the beautiful blonde girl rules she didn't like but needed was arousing to Erin, to Mommy. Having such a delightful girl completely devoted to her and Mar was amazing. <br><br>Turning a brilliant, happy smile on Celeste,&nbsp; she looked so very proud. "Are you requesting a ten thirty bedtime during the school year? That's such a good idea and so very responsible! I'm really proud of you sweetheart!" The older woman knew darn well that her daughter meant nothing of the sort, but the look on the little one's face was bound to be priceless.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family (PeachypiexBlueEyedBardxElizabeth Ecsed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueEyedBard</strong> on <strong>28-06-2020, 13:06:59</strong>
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				<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, 9pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> View of Mar's, Chef's table<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Excited<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erin, Celeste <br><hr><hr><br>Mar listened to Erin's lovely, and well thought out toast, with a warm smile on her face. Her wife always had the ability to weave words together in the best way. It probably came from her study of history, and all the books she read. Most featuring titles that Mar had never so much as heard of. The pair of them really were the epitome of opposites attract: given Erin's exquisite grace, compared to Mar's style, which was either hard and blunt, like a meat tenderizer, to pound her message home. Or as sharp and direct as the blade of one of her knives. She could often be a person of few words, but those words were generally just fine for getting her point across.<br><strong>"Cheers, love…"</strong> she started, but corrected herself, <strong>"Loves."</strong> and with a sharp <em>Ting</em>, she clinked her glass with the two others.<br><br>It was too hard to contain the pride that glowed red in her face to hear their little girl complimenting her food so ecstatically. Not to mention how quick she was to find out if the food would be as good at home. Mar just grinned as she picked up a fork and knife. <strong>"Oh no, sweetheart… This is a restaurant. It has a set menu, and a style that it's meant to represent…"</strong> Her words seemed to be leaning toward home meals of frozen dinners, and box mac and cheese, although that smile she was still wearing might make it hard to believe that was really the case. She cut off a slice of her fish, expertly sliding the flat side of the blade underneath to pick up the portion she had cut off, and her eyes lifted to meet Celeste's.<br><strong>"When we're at home, that's when daddy <em>really</em> gets to be creative."</strong> she revealed with a wink.<br><br><strong>"What do you say one of these mornings we take a walk to the farmers market. We can find something really really good to make brunch for mommy."</strong> the wide grin on her face, added to the smile she flashed to Erin said that this was something that she had been looking forward to for a long time.<br><br>She was taking a bite of her salmon when Celeste broke in with another attempt to bend the rules. She smirked a little and rolled her eyes, fortunately Erin jumped in to take that question. Even if she did so with a certain amount of sarcasm. Mar managed to not chuckle by bringing her glass to her lips and taking another sip of her wine. Of course when her wife was finished she decided to smooth their little girl's mood by putting an arm around her shoulders and leaning in a little.<br><strong>"How about we just keep things on the school schedule for now. Then you can show us you deserve the privilege of staying out later by being really, really good…"</strong> then she pressed a soft kiss in against Celeste's ear.<br><strong>"...now let's all finish our dinner so we can head home."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family (PeachypiexBlueEyedBardxElizabeth Ecsed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>30-06-2020, 04:21:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://c4.wallpaperflare.com/wallpaper/910/916/865/looking-at-viewer-women-elizabeth-turner-model-wallpaper-preview.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> June 1, 9 pm.<br><strong>Location:</strong> View of Mar's, Chef's table.<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Nervous excitement<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erin, Mar<br><hr><hr>Celeste listened attentively to all Erin had to say, and she only blushed a little bit at the part about Mommy and Daddy 'having' to spank her. It made her want to giggle, hearing the other woman put it that way. And it made her want it to squirm. It made her want to hide. It made her want to promise Mommy and Daddy that she'd always be a good girl who would never, ever need to get a spanking. It wouldn't be a lie either, if she said it. Neither would it be exactly true, of course. More like . . . a mistake? Celeste could promise all she wanted that she'd be good, but sooner or later little girls <em>always</em> get into trouble.<br><br>Thinking about that excited her. And it made her nervous; it made her realize, <em>really</em> realize, that she wasn't in charge anymore. Mommy and Daddy decide when their little girl needs a spanking.<br><br>Feeling her cheeks growing redder and hotter, Celeste was glad for a shift in conversation. Mommy's toast was nice; that wasn't really a surprise. Erin had a way with words, which Celeste had learned that pretty early on. Their little kiss was even nicer. It tasted of champagne, mixed with mint, cherry, and a few other things. Celeste didn't know which flavours were her, and which were Erin. <br><br>Next moment, though, her eyes were back on Mar. And for a moment, there was a flash of disappointment in them. How could she ever go back to eating <em>normal</em> food after a meal like this! But soon it became clear that Daddy was teasing her! How rude. Celeste pursed her lips, but before she could tease back, Mar was speaking again. What she said put the grin right back on the younger girl's face. "Oooh, that would be fun! What kind of brunch could we make for Mommy?" She asked, as if Erin wasn't sitting right there beside them!<br><br>Not too long after that, though, the girl found her mood taking another sharp shift. Her eyes widened a little, and her mouth hung slightly open. She shook her head. "That's not . . . Mommy!" The girl whined. Her voice was soft, barely a whisper - but it was urgent. "That's not what I said!" The girl informed Mommy, as if Erin didn't know it <em>perfectly</em> well already. Then Mar spoke, and Celeste found her eyes moving toward the other woman. Her jaw tightened a little bit. She wanted to protest, but . . . <br><br>"But my bedtime is still 11 during the school year." She told Daddy - as if she had any right to <em>tell</em> either of them anything. Next moment, her eyes flashed to Mommy. The girl blushed - and then went back to eating, as if by doing that they might forget this part of the conversation ever happened. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family (PeachypiexBlueEyedBardxElizabeth Ecsed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>01-07-2020, 15:42:19</strong>
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				It made Erin so warm and happy to watch her wife and new daughter to play, to bond, to be part of their new, exciting family. She chuckled softly, enjoying Mar's teasing of the young woman. "She lures you in with food, and then you're addicted. " Erin smiled, because that was basically the start of their relationship in a nutshell. And she wouldn't trade Mar for the world. <br><br>It was absolutely adorable how much Mar wanted to take little Celeste under her wing. Erin enjoyed the trips to the market, although sometimes she got slightly bored when Mar engaged in really technical conversations with farmers and such. But the meals, and especially spending time with her beloved wife was more than worth it.<br><br>And the blushy, squirmy little darling was just perfect. She was sweet and kind and just needed her new Mommy and Daddy so very much. In Erin's mind, the girl just wasn't twenty. She was a young lady who needed tons of protection and care and love, and lots of rules and boundaries. Clearly, the girl thrived on them. And Erin was discovering more and more how much she got off, sexually, mentally, and emotionally on providing a unique blend of dominance, sexual attraction, genuine care, and both Maternal love, and being the girl's romance partner. One of them. Mar was just as important in this dynamic, of course.<br><br>She just smiled at Celeste, not saying anything. The poor little blonde was just so very adorable! And she had a wellie to eat. Normally she would get dessert, linger over her food and coffee and Mar. But for some reason, she was in a bit of a hurry all of a sudden..&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family (PeachypiexBlueEyedBardxElizabeth Ecsed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueEyedBard</strong> on <strong>13-07-2020, 23:41:11</strong>
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				<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, 9pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> View of Mar's, Chef's table -&gt; Car<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Excited<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erin<br><hr><hr><br>Honestly, it was difficult to hold back a little chuckle when Celeste had her little tantrums. Whether it was toward her mother, over submitting her phone every night, or toward herself, over mandated curfew. She just seemed so sweet and innocent. Part of her had thought that it would be strange to enforce rules over a young woman. But with Celeste, it just felt natural. Hell, she had even thought of Erin and herself as the girl's actual parents, just now! The feeling was exciting, and she looked forward to exploring it. Especially if she was exploring it with Erin.<br>Whom she looked up to, as the other woman was paying attention to their daughter, as a warm smile shone on her face.<br>After all, Erin was the only woman Mar would ever want to have a little girl with...and share a little girl with. <strong>"Eat up, sweetheart. We'll discuss it later."</strong> She was still wearing that warm smile, as she spoke to Celeste. But there was also a subtle tone in her voice that came from years of running some of the toughest lines in the country, that told anyone that daddy meant what she was saying.<br><br>Mar really wasn't that hungry, more thirsty. It was generally hard to have an appetite right after you finished cooking all day. Something about preparing over a hundred meals just had a way of taking her out of the eating mood. So she mostly picked at her fish, encouraging the other two girl's to try another bite of it, and sipped her wine as she watched, with glowing pride, her wife and their daughter enjoying every bite they took. <br>This was what success felt like. The people you loved, loving what you do. She really couldn't imagine a better feeling.<br><br>Except maybe all the things that were in line to feel as the night went on. Maybe that too was why she was less hungry. She was just excited. Excited to spend more quality time with her wife and daughter, in the privacy of their home. Even the privacy of the back of their car may be pretty exciting.<br>Speaking of which: Mar felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. Dragging it out she checked the message she got. It was from the car service, letting her know the ride she had arranged had arrived for them. She hadn't called for anything fancy, like a limo, but it did have a privacy window between the front and back, just in case things got a little more fun before they even arrived at home. Better safe than sorry, right?<br><br><strong>"Oh, hey babe, looks like our ride home is here…"</strong> she said as she looked up from her phone to Erin. <strong>"...think you're about ready to hit the road?...and check out your new home?"</strong> the second part was directed specifically at Celeste, with an excited wink.<br>The front of the house had already been cleaned and locked up. So when they left, Mar directed them through the kitchen. She led the way, holding Celeste's hand, after all, she was the one who had never been this way before. She had led Erin through the back of the house numerous times. It was just faster when there was a crowd, and sort of made her feel like one of the gangsters in those old mafia movies.<br><br>The car was waiting for them right out the back door. Just what Mar had asked for: nothing too fancy, but still slick and practically glowing with the reflection of the street lights in the night. Mar made sure to get there first and open the back door for the other two. <br><strong>"Ladies."</strong> She said with a cheeky grin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family (PeachypiexBlueEyedBardxElizabeth Ecsed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>16-07-2020, 06:03:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://c4.wallpaperflare.com/wallpaper/910/916/865/looking-at-viewer-women-elizabeth-turner-model-wallpaper-preview.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> June 1, 9 pm.<br><strong>Location:</strong> View of Mar's, Chef's table --&gt; car<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Nervous excitement<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erin, Mar<br><hr><hr><br>Celeste ate in relative silence for the rest of the meal. Daddy's <em>'we'll discuss it later'</em> comment made sure of it.&nbsp; The tone, more than the words, told her she'd better drop it before something happened she didn't particularly like. Or maybe it was all just her imagination. Over time, Celeste knew, she'd come to learn what all these little signals meant: the looks, the subtle messages beneath the actual words that were spoken. But for now it was all a lot of guesswork. She <em>knew</em> that there was a warning of sorts in Mar's tone; she just didn't know exactly what danger she risked walking into if she failed to heed that warning.<br><br>No matter. She had no intention of ignoring it. Besides, the food really was the best she'd ever eaten; there wasn't even a close second. The more she tasted, the more she wanted to eat. And yet the nerves in her tummy prevented her from having anywhere close to as much as she would have liked. It was a cruel sort of torture, to have the most delicious meal you'd ever tasted right there in front of you but to be unable to eat it all.<br><br>By the time Mar announced that it was time to leave, Celeste had eaten a fair amount, but it was still a whole lot less than she would have liked. But then, this meal was just the beginning: her introduction to a new life of delicious food prepared by her equally delicious Daddy. It wouldn't be so bad to leave it behind, knowing how many more like it awaited her in the future.<br><br>"So ready!" Celeste grinned. "The food was so good. You're an amazing cook." She told Mar, as if to ensure the other woman that the lack of eating she'd done hadn't been for lack of interest in it. Her nerves just weren't allowing her appetite to have a say. After one last bite and a final sip of her drink, Celeste stood up to follow Mar out of the restaurant.<br><br>It felt nice, to be led by her hand like this. Mar's was bigger than her own, a little more calloused - Celeste's skin was smooth as silk - and definitely stronger. The younger girl's grip was gentle, if not quite feeble. But it was clear she was holding on, her slender fingers digging into Daddy's, as if afraid of being left behind. <br><br>That would never happen, of course. And sure enough, it did not. Soon, Celeste found herself being walked toward a fancy looking car. "Thank you, Daddy." Celeste lifted herself up onto the tips of her toes to give Mar a kiss on the cheek, before slipping past her into the back seat. She scooted over to the middle, allowing Mommy room to slide in next to her. Daddy would have to go around to the other side; and that was exactly what Celeste wanted: to be sandwiched between her new Mommy and Daddy.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family (PeachypiexBlueEyedBardxElizabeth Ecsed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>17-07-2020, 06:19:00</strong>
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				Erin growled softly at her wife, a mostly cute noise. She still had like three bites of her welly left! Erin had absolutely no problems eating all of her fantastic beef, and a large portion of the fish as well. She was never one to eat daintily, though her manners were impeccable. Out in the field, you ate what you had and were thankful if it was edible. You couldn't let things like oncoming thunderstorms, stampeds, impending flash floods, civil unrest, or running out of funding stop you from finishing the dig.<br><br>But finally, she had nothing left to eat but a few scattered vegetables. Pushing back her chair, she nodded at her wife and new daughter. "Fantastic is always! I'm so glad you love cooking for me. Thank you for all the amazing meals. But yes, let's go home and get the little one straight to bed." She mostly managed to say that last part with a straight face, expecting Celeste's reaction to be funny. She wondered if the girl would pick up on the double entendre, or just assume her Mommy meant bedtime.<br><br>She took Celeste's other hand in hers, walking beside the girl and giving her a gentle smile. But in the kitchen though, she briefly let go&nbsp; of her new daughter when one of the junior chefs stopped her, holding out a styrofoam container of something. <br><br>"Perdóname, pero me temo que olvidaste la parte más importante de tu comida, el postre." He said, almost shyly.<br><br>"¡Oh! ¿Cómo puedo olvidarme de la crema brulee? Ya sabes lo adicto que soy a este Hernández. Muchas gracias.<br><br>Lamento mucho saber de tu madre, ¿cómo está?"<br><br><br>He shrugged. "Gracias señora, realmente lo aprecio. Ella no está mejorando, pero al menos no está empeorando. Ella está en las manos de Dios ahora, y será como Dios quiera." Came the quiet reply.<br><br>"Como Dios quiera..." Erin murmured, squeezing his hand gently.<br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><br>Her conversation done, she took the beautiful little blond girls hand again and followed her family to the car. Sliding in beside Celeste, she grinned equally cheekily up at her wife. "Thank you beautiful. I guess you'll have to go sit on the other side, Daddy." She had plans, plans that required Celeste to be in between them. But first... She made sure her new daughter was buckled in securely. Immediately after that, almost as important, she unwrapped the little tub of creme brulee, only very lightly toasted on the top and somewhat gooey, exactly the way she needed it. "Oh goddess, Mar, I don't care if Hernandez did this just for a promotion, but he definitely deserves one in my mind." <br><br>Popping the first spoonful in her mouth... Just taste testing it, of course, to make sure it was okay for her daughter... Erin let out a noise that was suspiciously like a moan. Holding the second bite up to Celeste, she grinned. "Have you ever had creme brulee, darling? It's absolutely the food of the Gods." Assuming the child would never fuss about dessert, Erin went ahead and put the spoon inside the girl's mouth, feeding her the sweet and delicious custard.<br><br>She was willing to share with Mar, and feed the little girl more bites, and the treat vanished quickly. Then, her attention fully on Celeste, the redhead did what she had been wanting to all night long, ever since the precious little blonde had come in wearing that cute little floral dress. <br><br>Erin slipped her hand into the dress, lightly stroking her daughter's&nbsp; breast, feeling the perfect shape. It was an almost innocent touch, slow and gently exploring, except for the fact that they were in a car, and she was groping a twenty year old in front of her beloved wife. And the little submissive didn't have many options except to safeword or fuss or just accept her new Mommy's right to touch her body. <br><br>Erin slid her hand further to the right, resting it over Celeste's heart. Breathing slowly, she simply enjoyed the moment for a while, feeling the girl's softness and warmth. Mar and Erin had different callouses, but both women had put hard work into their lives. <br><br>Sliding her free hand up the blondes shoulder, Erin tangled her fingers in Celeste's hair and forced it towards Mar. "You should kiss her..." She almost demanded, but there was a tone of asking, as well. Clearly, this was something that Erin wanted very much.<br><br>Finally, the rented car pulled into the driveway. Erin had used her phone to turn every light in the home on, even the ones on the lawn. She bit back a tiny sigh as she saw the exterior, like she did every time... She hated the stonework and was saving up to get it changed. Celeste's bedroom remodel had largely come out of that fund, but was well worth it. Especially since the stone was the only thing she hated about their house. They had gotten a good deal, too.<br><br><br>Gently leading their daughter inside, Erin pulled the girl in for a kiss. "Welcome home, Celeste, daughter...."<br><br>There was a nice open living room, but Erin went straight to a giant fish tank. It was massive, over six feet long, and almost as deep. There was a waterfall feature that filled the room with a pleasant splashing noise, cascading the water down almost a foot. It smelled of saltwater and sunshine. The tank itself was packed with life... Fish in all colors of the rainbow and beyond, swimming through dense coral and living plants. There was a small eel, though it was currently hiding, and shrimp swimming around. There was even a small, cute little spotted shark lurking on a little cave.<br><br>https://i.pinimg.com/originals/48/21/36/482136436e60bd8834885e491c89b3bc.jpg<br><br>Smiling at the tank, Erin waved a hand at it. "Behold, Mommy's hobby... An award winning saltwater fish tank. There's a wrasse, see how colorful they are.... I've got a blenny somewhere in here but I can never spot it, despite how big it is getting... Several gobys, including some firefish, so very beautiful!<br><br>Oooh, look, one of the butterfly fish! And that's a little school of chromis, see how they shimmer as they travel together.. and then the highlight of my collection, the catshark!"<br><br>She was so very proud, and it showed. "Each individual fish has a name, and none of them are types of sushi." The black look Erin sent at her wife suggested that the joke wasn't taken well by the redhead, overprotective of her fish babies.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family (PeachypiexBlueEyedBardxElizabeth Ecsed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueEyedBard</strong> on <strong>29-07-2020, 18:02:25</strong>
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				<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, 9pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> View of Mar's, Chef's table -&gt; Car<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Excited<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erin<br><hr><hr><br>A small, warm grin formed on her lips as her little girl gave her a little peck in gratitude. It was true what they said, you would never feel the same satisfaction as when you make your kids happy. Then she wondered just how many ways they would make her <em>happy] tonight, and a little rose burned on her cheeks.<br>Mar made sure to step ahead of the other two so she could pull the door open, and hold it for her two girls. Celeste went in first and settled into the middle, then Erin slipped into the doorside seat. Both girls teased her about having to go around to the other side, and Mar just flashed them both a good humored smile. <strong>"Yeah, yeah...everybody in? No arms and legs sticking out?"</strong> she just teased back before closing Erin's door. As if she had any plans other than going around anyway.<br><br>After all, she had been waiting all evening for this. A nice, dark, private opportunity for her and her wife to sandwich Celeste between them. Really get a feel for that hot, young, body. Her curves, that cute little ass, those perfect, bouncy,...<br>Mar had to shake her head once as she went around the back of the car. She was getting a little hot under the collar just thinking about what was to come. Before she opened her own door, she tapped a couple of times on the driver's window, giving the man a thumbs up that was immediately returned. The shared signal meant that the three were ready to go home.<br><br>When she opened her door she could see that Erin was already getting Celeste all buckled in. Satisfied with that sight she slipped in herself and pulled her door shut. Finally it was the three of them, locked in a secluded moment that was all their own. She deliberately slid in close to Celeste, pressing the sides of their bodies together to the point that Mar had to put her arm around the back of the seat in order to be comfortable and gave Celeste a little grin. When she turned her attention back to Erin she recognized the bowl of custard immediately, but not from her own menu.<br><br><strong>"Actually, Manny didn't even make that. His wife is opening up her own Bakery on 21st. He's been bringing in samples of her goodies all week. We're probably going to feature some of them, help her get a presence in the city."</strong> she accepted a spoonful of the pudding, savoring the taste and running her tongue over her lips. <strong>"...mm, I just hope we don't end up losing him to go work for her. Not that I'd blame him."</strong><br>But as soon as the custard was gone, the real dessert could be focused on as she noticed her wife turn her attention to their little girl. As soon as her pretty hand slipped into that cute little dress, Mar had to bite her lower lip.<br><br>She watched her wife's hand, or rather the outline of it under Celeste's dress, groping the girl's breast. Mar's own hand slipped up over the seat behind the girl so that her arm could then rest over Celeste's shoulders, making sure their girl was comfortably snugger between the pair of them. There was no way to deny that she was getting worked up, watching her wife feel up their new daughter. So when that hand slipped from the dress to work into their little subby's hair and push her face toward Mar, the chef didn't hesitate at the command.<br>Her hand came up to cup Celeste's perfect little jaw, as she sank in to press their lips together, almost immediately parting her lips against her girl's, slipping her tongue past those plush lips. She could still taste that sweet cream on their daughter's tongue…<br><br>When the car was parked, Mar followed the other two women inside while staying close enough to Celeste to keep a hand on her lower back. She hung up her jacket in the entry closet then caught up to the other two, now in just her t-shirt, jeans, and boots.<br>When she made it back to Celeste's side, Erin was introducing her to the enormous fish tank that took up a good portion of their front room. Not that minded, the fish were pretty and the waterfall added a nice ambiance. Personally she didn't care much about any fish that wasn't part of some exquisite and creative dish, but it was Erin's thing and if it made her happy, then she was happy to have it in their home. Of course those feelings did nothing to subvert the rekindling of a comment made in jest, that hadn't gone over well at all.<br><br><strong>"One time, I made that joke…"</strong> she said in her defense, then she leaned in closer to Celeste's ear as she whispered, loud enough to be easily heard, <strong><em>"...none of them would taste very good, anyway.</em></strong> then she straightened up to change the subject entirely.<br><strong>"Hey, I bet Celeste would like to see the pool!"</strong><br><br>The pool, which was downstairs, was like a basement that had been turned into a subterranean sanctuary. The whole room had a sleek, modern design, with lightning that wasn't too bright in order to keep that underground oasis feel. But while it was technically underground, there were still a set of slanted windows, near the ceiling, that could be uncovered by remote to let the sun shine in, or to let one look up at the night sky. Whatever your preference was.<br><strong>"...there's also a hot tub, and a sauna just around the corner, past those pillars."</strong> Mar described, as she led the trio into the pool room.<br><br><strong>"Now of course there are some rules about the pool, sweetie."</strong> she began, taking Celeste's waist in both hands so the girl would look at her. <strong>"You should always let us know when you are coming down to use the pool, or the sauna, or hot tub. You can't really hear anything down here, from up stairs, so we would have no idea where you were, if something happened. Ok? Even mommy and me let each other know when we are coming down here."</strong> Her eyes going up to Erin's for confirmation on the pool rules.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family (PeachypiexBlueEyedBardxElizabeth Ecsed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>03-08-2020, 19:47:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://c4.wallpaperflare.com/wallpaper/910/916/865/looking-at-viewer-women-elizabeth-turner-model-wallpaper-preview.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> June 1, 9 pm.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Car -&gt; Home<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Amazed<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erin, Mar<br><hr><hr><br>Celeste had never really understood food fetishes. Not, of course, that she had anything against them. They just didn't particularly excite her. And yet she could not ignore the tingle between her legs when Erin raised the spoon with its delicious dessert up to her lips. There was a powerful eroticism to it, perhaps because Mommy was feeding her sweet girl as if she were a child and not a 20-year-old woman. Or perhaps it was something else, the awakening of a new desire. Whatever the reason, the younger girl accepted the spoon into her mouth and the dessert onto her tongue, and she offered a small moan similar to the one that had escaped Erin a moment earlier. But that was nothing compared to the hitch in her breath when, without warning, a hand slipped inside her dress and found her breast.<br><br>That she knew this sort of thing was coming did nothing to dampen her nerves - or her excitement. And as sensitive as her tits were, what thrilled Celeste the most was that Erin had done it without asking. Just like Erin didn't <em>ask</em> Celeste and Daddy to kiss. At least, Mommy hadn't asked Celeste. Neither did Mar. Never in her life had the pretty little blonde felt so . . . <em>submissive</em>. So helpless. So wonderful. Her mouth opened to accept her Daddy's tongue, and, overwhelmed by the moment, she moaned into their kiss and let Mar claim her however Mar decided she wanted to claim her little girl.<br><br>Too soon for Celeste - and not nearly soon enough - the car slowed to a halt in front of a home she'd only ever seen in pictures. How much more magnificent it was in person! She gaped at the structure, and the lawn, and everything else, as the three made their up to the front door. <em>Home.</em> Celeste thought. This was her home now. She wasn't sure why that made her so nervous - perhaps because she didn't feel worthy.<br><br>When they stepped inside, though, that thought almost immediately vanished from her mind. "That's huge." She whispered, eyes on the massive tank of fish. Celeste leaned in to take a closer look at one of the fish, and almost immediately jumped back when she saw an ugly eel staring her in the eye. <em>I don't like that one,</em> she promptly decided. "You guys are cute." She giggled at their banter. Although, she was quite certain that, on this, she sided with Mommy. Pets - even if their were just fish! - were <em>not</em> food.<br><br>But then Daddy mentioned the pool, and immediately sweet Celeste was back on Mar's side. Their pretty little blonde <em>loved</em> to swim. <br><br>"This is <em>incredible!</em>" She said once they'd found their way to the pool area, fancier than anything she'd ever seen before. Big blue eyes roamed the room while Daddy spoke: they found the sauna and the hot-tub; the slanted windows on the ceiling and every other detail she could absorb in the moment. Celeste was quite certain that she'd be spending a great deal of time down here.<br><br>She nodded to Daddy's instructions about the rules, although it was quite obvious that she wasn't really listening. Her eyes were on the pool and she was, no doubt, envisioning her first dip in that crystal clear water.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family (PeachypiexBlueEyedBardxElizabeth Ecsed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>05-08-2020, 16:06:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v2pH5SfaC70/XWUChtqFPEI/AAAAAAAAaQU/BjcSUAJshd8fVjYTLTUDSB2zmoMFQQySgCLcBGAs/s1600/18.%2BSydney%252C%2BAustralia.jpg)</div> <br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Erin Sinclair<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> June 1, 9pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> car, home<br><strong>Mood:</strong>&nbsp; excited, dominant.... Anxious<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mar, daughter<br><hr><hr><br>Groaning dramatically, Erin looked so dismayed. "Noooo Manny, don't leave us! Your wife will feed you too many delicious treats and you'll die all fat and happy!" She sighed. "At least 21st isn't somewhere I go super regularly. Could be dangerous otherwise. "<br><br>Biting her lip, Erin held back her own moans as she watched her beloved wife and daughter make out. It was so damn sexual!! Keeping her one hand in the girl's lovely blonde hair, the redhead trailed her free hand over Celestes shoulders and back. <em> She's perfect... Sweet and adoring and beautiful and she needs us so very much... Our very own daughter sex slave and girlfriend... How in the world did we get so lucky?</em> Not wanting to be left out, Erin pressed her lips to the girl's bare neck.<br><br>Mommy was pleased by her little girl's reaction to the fish tank, wrapping an arm around her waist to protect her from scary eels. "Three times..." She corrected quietly. "I'm glad you think so, babygirl! We're really happy you decided to come be our daughter..&nbsp; I think we will be an extremely happy family..."<br><br>She giggled as little girl goggled at the pool. Putting on her serious face, and definitely her serious voice... They truly meant it about the pool rules, for everyone's safety and peace of mind.. she gently nudged the little blonde. "Please tell me what your Daddy just said about the rules, sweetie."<br><br>Finally it was time for the part that Erin was most excited for... Even more than kisses or a threesome with the people she loved most, Mommy was incredibly eager to show her, their little girl her new room, to make her truly at home. Too excited to talk, she grabbed Celestes dainty little hand, lacing their fingers together as she led the girls upstairs. There were five doors on the second floor, two on the left, and two on the right side of the hallway, with the fifth at the opposite end. All were closed. Erin pointed to the doors on the left. "Daddy's office, and Mommy's study.... Our bedroom is in the middle. Left is a guest bedroom, and...."<br><br>It was obvious which one was Celeste's room. They had put her name on the door, in big, bright colorful letters. Erin opened the door and went in first, wanting to see how her daughter reacted to her bedroom design. They had painted the walls a delicate pink. A good chunk of the room was taken up by a queen size bed, and the four poster bedframe, supporting a gauzy, delicate pink curtain. There were several pillows of all sizes on the bed, all looking soft and inviting. The outer blanket had cute, delicate unicorns on it. Sitting on top was a colorful stuffed unicorn, almost a foot tall and a foot long. Erin thought it would be ideal for cuddling. Mar had picked out her own stuffed animal present as well.<br><br>There were glow in the dark stars scattered around the ceiling, and some of the walls. Above the bed, where Celeste could look up and see it, they had spelled out 'you are loved' with more stars. <br><br>A desk filled up a corner, fairly utilitarian but clearly selected from the girl's section of the furniture store. It came with a selection of pens, pencils, crayons, construction paper, and other art supplies. Erin had placed three glow in the dark dinosaur skeletons on the desk as well. There was also a little projector on the desk, showing a selection of dozens of different galaxies on the wall. Nearby was a bookshelf, already stocked with a small selection of books, a lot of Erin's favorites from her childhood and teens, with some input from Mar, of course. There were a few cool rocks and minerals, and a Junior Archeology playset. <br><br>The closet wasn't huge, but it had plenty of shelving and was nicely designed. A few floral dresses already hung in it, along with something Erin had custom ordered... A schoolgirl outfit, complete with delicate little Mary Jane shoes underneath it. The redhead had guessed at the sizes, but it was a highly educated guess. <br><br>The attached bathroom was small, and shared with the guest room, and decorated in pretty blues and greens to look like a undersea paradise. <br><br>For the first time in their relationship, Erin seemed anxious, holding her hands together as she looked at her new daughter. "What do you think? I guessed at some stuff... If you don't like something, we can change it.... We really do want you to be happy, and comfortable here. This is your home, and we want you to enjoy it here..."<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family (PeachypiexBlueEyedBardxElizabeth Ecsed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueEyedBard</strong> on <strong>12-09-2020, 00:30:21</strong>
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				<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<br><br><hr><hr><br>Mar followed directly behind Celeste, bringing up the rear of their pack as Erin lead the way. She knew this moment, when their new daughter, their new submissive, got her first glimpse of her new room, had been one that her wife had been very anxious over for days leading up to tonight, and until now Mar had managed to remain fairly cool about the whole thing. <em>"She'll love it, don't worry…"</em> she had encouraged. It wasn't until right now, as they made their way down the hall, that Mar could feel the butterflies going nuts in her tummy. She still felt sure that little Celeste would love her new room, but there was always that twinge of worry, when you were surprising someone you cared about with something that took a lot of work.<br><br>Mar couldn't help but bite her lower lip as they opened the door and introduced Celeste to her sanctuary. <strong>"Your mommy worked really hard to make it perfect…"</strong> she subtly injected as she stepped in close to Erin from behind and placed a comforting hand on her wife's shoulder. Of course she had helped too, but Erin had much stronger feelings about the theme and style, than she did. Probably because Mar grew up sharing a room with one or more of her older brothers, she didn't have the best sense of what a "girl's room" should look like.<br>That didn't mean that she hadn't added a few touches of her own.<br><br>Like stuck in amongst the cuter, more magical stuffed animals, there was a plushie tree frog, Mar's favorite animal, with long dangly arms and legs, perfect for snuggling. On the book shelf there was a three ring binder with the title "Mar and Celeste's First Recipe Book", it already contained a few pages of some of Mar's favorite dishes, and plenty of open space for the two, or even three of them to fill with their favorite things to cook together. Then in the closet, past all the cute dresses, hung a chef's jacket that was just like Mar's, but in Celeste's size. It was no secret that along with all of the sweet and naughty things their little family would do together, Mar looked forward to cooking with her little girl.<br><br>She gave Erin's shoulder a little squeeze when she told their little girl that this was her home now, too. <strong>"Really, don't think you will upset us if there is anything you don't like...but, what do you think, sweetheart?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family (PeachyPie - eBadger - Elizabeth Ecsed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>29-09-2020, 09:03:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://c4.wallpaperflare.com/wallpaper/910/916/865/looking-at-viewer-women-elizabeth-turner-model-wallpaper-preview.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> June 1, 9 pm.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Home<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Overjoyed<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erin, Mar<br><hr><hr><br>The excitement faded briefly from Celeste's face, replaced by two bright pink cheeks and a very guilty look. Her eyes, wider than they had been, darted from Erin to Mar and back to Erin. She didn't respond right away, but neither was she searching her mind for the answer to Mommy's question. Oh no, Celeste knew perfectly well that she wouldn't find it, because she hadn't been listening. That, however, was not a truth she particularly wanted to admit. Not that she expected to get a spanking right then and there. Still.<br><br>"I forgot." She answered honestly. And Celeste knew it was an honest answer because she could remember <em>hearing</em> Daddy discussing the pool rules; it just so happened that they went in one ear and out the other. But she wasn't about to explain to her two dominant lovers that she hadn't been paying any attention at all to these very important rules, because she'd been too busy imagining the three of them swimming together in the very pool to which these important rules pertained. Not unless she had to. <br><br>Celeste was glad when they moved on, and she soon forgot all about the little mishap by the pool. She was in awe of their house. Her house. Her <em>home!</em>.<br><br>She peeked inside Daddy's office and Mommy's study as they passed them, as much as she could, and peered into their bedroom as well. But it was her own bedroom that had her gasping.<br><br>She brushed the pads of her fingers along the letters of her name as the little 'family' stepped inside. Celeste spun around, as if trying to take it all in at once. And when she'd finished spinning, she fell backward and landed her bum with a little bounce on the queen size bed. Two of the little plushies stuck out among the rest. The first was a magical little unicorn; the second was an adorable frog that <em>didn't</em> quite seem to fit in with all the rest. Celeste decided immediately that these two were her favourites. She picked them up and put them in her lap. <br><br>"I love it!" She finally answered, before wiping a tear from one of her eyes. She laughed. "It's perfect. I can't believe you did all this for me!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family (PeachypiexBlueEyedBardxElizabeth Ecsed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>01-10-2020, 22:07:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v2pH5SfaC70/XWUChtqFPEI/AAAAAAAAaQU/BjcSUAJshd8fVjYTLTUDSB2zmoMFQQySgCLcBGAs/s1600/18.%2BSydney%252C%2BAustralia.jpg)</div> <br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Erin Sinclair<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> June 1, 9pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> home<br><strong>Mood:</strong>&nbsp; excited, dominant.... Thrilled, loving<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mar, Celeste<br><hr><br>Poor little Celeste was so very adorable. Unfortunately for the blonde, her mommy was not going to be swayed by cute cheeks and an embarrassed face. It was far better to address the problematic behavior before it became a bigger problem or worse, a risk to their daughter's health. "Oh no Mar, Daddy, somebody forgot her rules already. We can't have that, can we?"<br><br>Turning to Celeste, she smiled kindly, stroking the girl's cheek. "Thank you for telling me, my little love. But we are going to have to fix this so you remember to listen in the future. Don't move your feet at all." Taking her new daughter's hands, Erin gently pulled Celeste down so she was leaning at an almost 45° angle. Wrapping the little blonde's hands around her waist, the redheaded Mommy cradled Celeste's precious little head against her bossom. But her free hand lifted the girls skirt, exposing those cute little panties as she held her girl vulnerable for the spanking. It was an unorthodox position, restraining and supporting the girl about to be punished, but Erin's face was blissfully happy. She couldn't wait to watch the little girl squirm and pout against her!<br><br>The academic's study was an absolute explosion of books, papers, little bits of crystal, fossils, arrowheads, old tools, more books, photos from all over the world, and a rather small desk&nbsp; covered in, of course, more books. Despite the chaos, it seemed to be at least somewhat organized, with everything still neat and tidy... There was just stuff everywhere. Erin would of course claim that she knew exactly where everything was, and that was probably accurate. The only truly bare space was a tiny little school desk, tucked into a corner opposite the bigger, adult desk. It too had Celeste's name on it, though not in very bright colors. <br><br>In the bedroom, Erin leaned against her wife, enjoying the solid comfort of the steady woman. The joy on their new little girls face was absolutely completely priceless, causing a huge smile to cross her face. Taking her partner's hand, she walked to the bed.&nbsp; &nbsp;Sitting down, she curled up against Celeste, running her fingers through that gorgeous blonde hair, her voice soft, loving. "Of course we did, sweetie. We love you... This is your home, your new life. It's important to us that you are happy and cared for. You'll have your rules and punishment, but those are only because we love you, and want the best for you. We were thrilled to make this room for you, to give you something beautiful and safe and full of our love. You're not going to be neglected here. You're far too important to us. Welcome home."<br><br>Still cuddling the young woman against her, she placed her lips against Celeste's, tasting the youth and energy, feeding from her excitement. It wasn't the least bit maternal of a kiss, but then, Celeste wasn't their biological daughter, and the college student had signed up explicitly to be a submissive, a playmate and sometimes play toy, lover and beautiful little arm candy. There was plenty of time to play cute games, but something about her new daughter in her new bedroom excited Erin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family (PeachypiexBlueEyedBardxElizabeth Ecsed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueEyedBard</strong> on <strong>02-10-2020, 21:27:10</strong>
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				<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>When it was pretty clear that their little girl wasn't going to be able to repeat all the rules like mommy had requested, Mar folded her arms over her chest and lifted on slightly surprised, slightly disappointed brow. All while doing her best to hide the smirk that wanted to form on her lips. Because while <em>Daddy</em> knew that it was very important that their little girl be able to repeat the house rules. Mar knew that it was way too much to ask to remember all of these details on such an overwhelming night.<br>Though there was no stopping that sly grin spreading across her face, as her wife pulled their little girl into position against her chest and lifted her skirt. The view of her cute little panties barely covering her sweet, young ass was enough to make any dommie parent blush. Mar herself had to use the tip of her tongue to wet her teeth in excitement.<br><br>"This is only because we love you, baby." <br>But in spite of her words, Mar's grin was wide, and hungry, as she reached out and placed one hand on Celeste's shoulder so both parents were now bracing their little girl. With her gaze focused on Celeste's ass, she rocked her free hand back, and like a pendulum, swung forward and connected with one of Celeste's perky cheeks, sending the wound of a sharp <em>swat</em> through the pool room.<br>She kept her hand planted for a moment, squeezing that cute ass in her palm for a moment as she bit her lower lip and inadvertently raised her eyes to meet Erin's. Seeing that intense excitement in her wife's eyes that matched her own just intensified the moment as she swung her hand back again and brought another <em>swat</em> against the other cheek.<br>For the briefest moment, the way they were all three connected, the energy that passed between them, made it less like they were three people, and more like one, intensely sexual, being. When Mar readied for the third spank, she took a step into the other two and, without even thinking about it, lifted her hand from Celeste's shoulder to instead hold Erin right on the cusp of her neck, like she would pull her wife into a deeply intense kiss just as she brought that third playfully punishing <em>swat</em> to Celeste's ass.<br>If this kept up Mar was going to lose it before they even finished the tour…<br><br>In Celeste's bedroom Erin wouldn't necessarily know it, but having her wife leaning into her, actually provided Mar with the strength to keep from growing weak in the knees as their little girl basked in her new room. The pair crossed the room and sandwiched Celeste on her new bed, all three tucked in nice and cozy together. Erin's hand rose to stroke Celeste's hair, while Mar's dipped down to caress the curve of their daughter's waist.<br><br>As Erin leaned in and kissed Celeste, Mar had to bite her lower lip again as she also leaned toward their daughter to speak low directly into her ear.<br>"We want you to be happy here, for s very, very long time…" then she parted her lips and gently nobbled Celeste's earlobe, and tracing the delicate outline with the tip of her tongue. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family (PeachypiexBlueEyedBardxElizabeth Ecsed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>12-10-2020, 01:15:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://c4.wallpaperflare.com/wallpaper/910/916/865/looking-at-viewer-women-elizabeth-turner-model-wallpaper-preview.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> June 1, 9 pm.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Home<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Aroused<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erin, Mar<br><hr><hr><br>It all happened so quickly that even had Celeste wanted to protest the coming spanks, she would not have been able. Not, of course, that she actually would have tried to protest. A part of her had been looking forward to this, if only because she wanted to see what it would actually be like to be spanked, to be punished. Would it hurt more than she expected? Less? Would it turn her on? She had her suspicions what the answers to these questions would be, but reality didn't always turn out like her fantasies did.<br><br>Instinct guided her arms around Erin's waist, and she made no attempt to raise her head from the comfort of her Mommy's breasts. She knew what was coming, even before her dress was lifted to expose a pair of black cotton panties, but knowing what was coming was not the same as being ready for it. The first resounding <em>spanking</em> took her breath away. She squeezed Erin a little tighter, and just managed to catch her breath by the time the second spank bounced off her chubby little ass. She twisted, stamping one of her feet against the floor. This was hurting significantly more than she expected. It was hurting enough that, Celeste decided in that very moment, that she had no intention of ever deliberately earning herself a spanking, no matter how much the idea might turn her on. And it did turn her on; it turned her on to know that, moving forward, she would <em>actually</em> do her best to avoid punishments. It turned her on to feel this small, this submissive. Daddy and Mommy's little girl. Getting spanked.<br><br>And this, she knew, wasn't even a hard spanking. How much worse would the serious ones be? How much worse when she <em>really</em> crossed a line? The thought made the girl shudder, just as the third and final <em>spank</em> cracked down on her pudgy butt. "Ow! Daddy," she managed a quiet little whine when, finally, she rediscovered her voice. A moment later she was up, her skirt was down, and she was give her butt a vigorous rub. It helped to ease the sting but did nothing to soothe her pride, and as such she kept her mouth shut through the rest of the door, not so much because she was too embarrassed to speak but because she did <em>not</em> want to miss any further information that might earn her bum a few more sharp smacks. <br><br>By the time they'd reached her bedroom, though, the spanking was all but forgotten - except for a brief reminder when she sat down. But even that faded from her mind when Erin took up residence beside her. Celeste turned to face her and found her lips almost immediately claimed by the other woman's. She kissed back, parting her lips and submitting her mouth to Mommy's pleasure. <br><br>While they kissed, Celeste felt the bed shift beneath Mar's weight as the older woman occupied the space on the side opposite Erin. She reached back with one of her soft little hands and guided it upwards along Daddy's leg, from knee to the thigh and back to knee. She shivered from the ear-nibbling, but she didn't pull her own lips away from Erin's. Somehow, that seemed like a decision that wasn't hers to make. The kiss would end when Mommy decided it would end. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family (PeachypiexBlueEyedBardxElizabeth Ecsed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>14-10-2020, 19:42:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v2pH5SfaC70/XWUChtqFPEI/AAAAAAAAaQU/BjcSUAJshd8fVjYTLTUDSB2zmoMFQQySgCLcBGAs/s1600/18.%2BSydney%252C%2BAustralia.jpg)</div> <br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Erin Sinclair<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> June 1, 9pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Celeste bedroom<br><strong>Mood:</strong>&nbsp; loving, dominant, aroused, loving<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mar, Celeste<br><hr><br>"Because we love you..." She echoed, smiling delightedly at her wife, then smiling tenderly down at their new daughter. And she really did love the girl, and was rapidly falling in love with her as well. Little Celeste was just so <em> perfect</em>, adorable and sweet and needy and sexy as hell. Erin and Mar had a wonderful healthy sex life and relationship together, but this was thrilling and taboo but so full of love and mutual joy and delight. They needed this, all three of them, together. A family of love. <br><br>The Mommy couldn't help but let out a little moan as the first spank, the beginning of so much, echoed through the room. Yes, Celeste was being spanked with love and discipline, to help her grow. But it was incredibly sensual to watch the teen squirm and dance and whine, held by her Mommy so Daddy could help her remember the rules. Erin's grip was unyielding, holding the beautiful little submissive daughter in place no matter how much she squirmed or pouted or whimpered. Mommy loved her girl, and spankings were part of that love.<br><br>Erin's gaze was intent on Mar, blissfully happy. Their little incest game was sexy, panty wetting and breath stealing, their new daughter warm against Mommy. Watching her wife grope Celeste was a dream come true. They were going to share the girl, cover her in love and adoration and kisses and spankings. Sleep with her cuddled between them, have breakfast and swims and family dates. This was such a unique situation, but delightful and certainly seemed to meet multiple needs of all women involved.<br><br>The hand on her neck caused a noise part moan, part sigh of utter contentment and happiness. Her smile and eyes showed Mar the depths of happiness. "I love you Mar, my wife. Daddy." She giggled at the term, not used to it... But it fit the family they were building. And it wasn't going to change the love she had for her spouse. If anything, there were plenty of signs that bringing Celeste in to their home was going to strengthen all three of them in lovely ways.<br><br>Erin took her time with the kiss, slow and languid and possessive. She knew Celeste wasn't a virgin, but the feeling in the air was similar... Sophisticated older women teaching the young, eager teen... Claimed, devouring, showing, guiding, wrapping the needy girl in their love and binding souls ever tighter together. <br><br>Finally, she broke the kiss, smiling at her daughter. "Good girl..." Once more, the redhead used a handful of silky blonde hair to present the teen to her wife, Celeste's Daddy. Mar needed an equal amount of kisses, of course. That was only fair.<br><br>But then.... "Take off your dress." She said simply, though the Mommy Voice was strongly in the words, knowing Celeste would never dream of disobedience. Not now, not when the girl was excited as the rest of her family. But after their daughter stripped, Erin didn't touch the beautiful needy girl aside from a gentle hand on her waist. Instead, Mommy just looked over her soon to be lover, examining the revealed body. "Mommy loves you so much, Celeste. I'm more happy than I can say that you are living with us... Thank you.. "
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family (PeachypiexBlueEyedBardxElizabeth Ecsed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueEyedBard</strong> on <strong>19-10-2020, 19:51:09</strong>
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				<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>The taste of Celeste's skin against her tongue was warm and sweet, with such a soft, silky texture that it was making her cheeks warm and her brain cloudy. At that point she was moving just on instinct, asher lips found their way down the girl's ear and to her neck, where she planted little kisses down Celeste's quickening pulse. At the same time, her hand, which had been resting on Celeste's waist, began sliding up her rib cage and over one of the cups of her sweet breasts. Then, like Erin had taken the opportunity earlier, Daddy slipped her hand down the front of her little girl's dress, letting her little pink nipple be lightly pinched between two of her fingers.<br><br>The moment Mommy turned their little girl's head toward Daddy was mostly a blur. Like there was no segway between nibbling on her little girl's neck, to devouring those plush lips. She kissed her daughter, parting her lips against their girl's and almost hungrily pushed her tongue past Celeste's sweet&nbsp; plush lips, finding her tongue and exploring every last centimeter of it. The feeling was so hot, and the idea so wrong in the very best way possible. She was quickly getting lost with her tongue in her daughter's mouth, while fondling her little girl's nipple.<br><br>By the time their lips parted Mar was pretty worked up, and as soon as Erin ordered Celeste to undress, she slid over on the bed and moved her leg so she had them around the other woman, spooning her from behind. As Celeste followed the command, Mar watched intently, while also kissing and nipping at Erin's neck and shoulder. Her hands began sliding up Erin's body, letting her fingers caress the delicate fabric of her gown.<br>When Celeste was fully undressed, and Erin stared again how happy they were to gave her, Mar grinned.<br><br>"You know babe, our little girl is being so good, we can at least return the favor…"<br>What she meant would soon become apparent as her fingers found the zipper of Erin's gown and began pulling it down. Then her hands came back to the shoulder straps and began sliding them down Erin's arms, finally she was gently sliding the delicate fabric down her wife's body.<br>"Celeste, baby, will you help your Mommy out of her clothes?" Mar suggested with a naughty grin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family (PeachypiexBlueEyedBardxElizabeth Ecsed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>08-11-2020, 07:56:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://c4.wallpaperflare.com/wallpaper/910/916/865/looking-at-viewer-women-elizabeth-turner-model-wallpaper-preview.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> June 1, 9 pm.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Home<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Excited, slightly embarrassed, super nervous<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erin, Mar<br><hr><hr><br>That this entire relationship was based largely on some very unusual kinks did not mean that Celeste was greatly experienced. Well-versed in the BDSM lifestyles, certainly; countless hours online, looking through short stories, web-articles, and illustrated comics made sure of that. But she hadn't actually <em>done</em> much. That did not, of course, make her a virgin. It just meant that a lot of what they did together would be new. Her inexperience was something they'd all three discussed beforehand, mostly to make sure Celeste felt comfortable - despite the imbalance of power in this little arrangement of theirs, it was crucial that all three women benefited equally, if in different ways. Celeste didn't mind that Mar and Erin planned to take her places sexually that she had only ever read about, and in some cases hadn't even done that much. In fact, that was one of the things that excited her most about coming to live with the Sinclair's. And it fit with her role. The inexperienced daughter, learning from her Mommy and Daddy. Even this threesome would be a first for her. Celeste had never been with two people at the same time before.<br><br>Initially, she felt overwhelmed. Though, that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. In fact, as she lost herself in Erin's passionate kiss, Celeste discovered that she very much <em>liked</em> feeling overwhelmed. Perhaps that was part of what it meant to be submissive. In that moment, she had no time - or desire - to ponder that thought. Her focus had turned entirely to bodily pleasure. Who could think of anything else, when squeezed between the lustful embrace of two beautiful, strong, older women?<br><br>Celeste hardly noticed her mouth being passed from one wife to the other, except to note a subtle change in flavour. Her lips parted for Mar even more than they had for Erin. It wasn't that she found one 'parent' more attractive or desirable than the other. But Erin had lit the fire in Celeste with her kiss, and now Daddy was reaping the rewards. By the time her mouth was once more her own, Celeste blinked her eyes, a little dazed, and gulped for air. Overwhelming indeed.<br><br>"Yes . . ." Celeste said, before taking another deep breath and swallowing. "Yes, Mommy." At that, she rose onto unsteady legs and began the process of, for the very first time, disrobing in front of her two dominant lovers. Her heart pounded furiously in her chest with the knowledge of what she was about to do. Her fingers slipped up to the straps of her dress, began slipping them down first over her left shoulder, and then her right. Soon, so soon, she would be exposed fully to the eyes of her Mommy and Daddy, to Erin and Mar. It thrilled her; and it terrified her. The straps slid down to her biceps. Celeste pulled on the skirt of her dress, downward, downward, downward, until in one final motion the whole thing fell to the floor.<br><br>Carefully, she stepped out of the discarded fabric. Erin had commanded she remove only the dress. But Celeste decided that, tonight, eagerness would be more appreciated than strict obedience. Her hands went to her back, where she began to undo her bra. A moment later, the straps came free. Celeste held it to her chest, eyes darting first to Erin, then to Mar. She licked her lips, knew her cheeks were turning pink, but didn't care. She loosed her hand, and the fabric fell to the floor to greet the dress that had fallen earlier. The revealed breasts were firm, and neither large nor small. They were enough to fill Mar's hands, plus a little extra. The nipples were pink and relatively small. Delicate, to match the rest of her.<br><br>Still not speaking, Celeste hooked her thumbs next into the waistband of her panties. She teased less with these, as if worried her courage might run out before getting them off. They were down in an instant, settled in a black heap around her wiggling toes. Bared now to Mommy and Daddy, their little girl stood, naked - her pussy was waxed smooth, tight and pristine. And, if they dared to check, more than just <em>a little</em> wet. <br><br>Biting her lip, she awaited their approval - or chastisement, for going further than she was told. Though, Celeste didn't really expect the later. And she desperately hoped for the former. Few things could make a person ever feel so vulnerable as standing before a new lover, naked for the very first time. Standing before <em>two</em> brand new lovers, naked in front of them for the first time, was one of those things.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family (PeachypiexBlueEyedBardxElizabeth Ecsed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>15-11-2020, 06:10:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v2pH5SfaC70/XWUChtqFPEI/AAAAAAAAaQU/BjcSUAJshd8fVjYTLTUDSB2zmoMFQQySgCLcBGAs/s1600/18.%2BSydney%252C%2BAustralia.jpg)</div> <br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Erin Sinclair<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> June 1, 9pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Celeste bedroom<br><strong>Mood:</strong>&nbsp; loving, dominant, aroused, loving<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mar, Celeste<br><hr><br>It was almost hard to catch her breath as she watched her wife and daughter. It was so ridiculously sensual and hot to see the two loves of her life together, and know that she could join in any way she chose. But for now, it was time to study them both, watch her beloved wife tease and play with the girl. Mar was an expert at finding the little hotspots to touch and tease and stroke and caress, inflaming desires... And watching Daddy work the magic on sweet little darling Celeste was indescribable... "Mommy and Daddy are going to take care of all your needs, babygirl... Even your naughty grown up urges..." She whispered to the girl's ear, stroking bare thigh with eager fingers. <br><br>The redhead had to laugh as she was pulled into Mars embrace, a familiar position indeed. Closing her eyes, she leaned back against the comforting, warmly supporting presence of her wife. "I love you, Mar..." She said quietly, absolute happiness filling every word. But her eyes didn't stay closed for long, not wanting to miss a second more of their daughter undressing.&nbsp; Each little kiss and especially nip caused little breathy moans and a slowly wiggling butt as she pressed tightly to the older blonde. She blushed cutely as her wife started undressing her... Somehow, doing it in front of their daughter, in her bedroom, seemed horribly inappropriate....&nbsp; But then, the girl was twenty, and knew very well that her new parents would love her sexually, and had enthusiastically consented. "So very good." She agreed and confirmed. "Yes little girl, help undress your Mommy..." She purred, as the dress fought to cover her perky, bare breasts... And finally slid down to expose the pale but freckled slopes and ghostly pink nipples. Yes, her panties matched the gown, the same shade of purple and just as lacy, curling over her slim hips and pert butt. She might not be out in the field nearly as much, but she walked around the museum a ton, swam frequently, and did workouts with a sexy little French brunette. <br><br>Being called Mommy by her new submissive caused a noise almost like a growl to slip from her lips. And the stripping, eagerness clashing with nerves melted her heart. Erin's blue eyes roved up and down the girl, examining every inch of her. But the pause didn't last long, just a second or three. Erin needed the girl with her, close and secure. And the vulnerability on delightful little Celeste's face was touching, but needed immediate soothing. Holding out her bare arms, she smiled at the girl. "Come here, my love. Our love. Our little girl. You are beautiful and gorgeous and sexy and funny and we adore you. Mommy and Daddy are going to always be here for you, always going to support and love you." She folded the girl in a hug, just like Mar was holding her. <br><br>But a mischievous grin split her face, eyes alight with devious desires. Shifting the girl slightly, curling Celeste's precious little body close.... Erin moved her daughter's lips against her breast, stroking that blonde hair slow and gentle. "Here you go, baby. Why don't you give Mommy's breast some kisses while we hold you and tell you how much we love you?" <br><br>Sure, it was perhaps a little bit <em>weird, </em> and Celeste's ageplay persona wasn't really that young. But it felt right to Erin, for at least the first night to share something so intimate and bonding with her wife and new daughter. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family (PeachypiexBlueEyedBardxElizabeth Ecsed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueEyedBard</strong> on <strong>24-11-2020, 23:18:22</strong>
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				<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.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family (PeachypiexBlueEyedBardxElizabeth Ecsed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>21-12-2020, 10:26:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://c4.wallpaperflare.com/wallpaper/910/916/865/looking-at-viewer-women-elizabeth-turner-model-wallpaper-preview.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> June 1, 9 pm.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Home<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Excited, slightly embarrassed<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erin, Mar<br><hr><hr><br>There was too much going on for Celeste to really focus and savour any specific thing, her emotions too inflamed for her to think clearly upon anything they were doing. Was it Mar touching her? Or Erin? Mommy or Daddy. Were those fingers dancing along her skin, or lips? A tongue, or teeth. Yes, she'd had sex before; she'd been sexually active for a few years already. But this - oh no, she'd never done anything like this before. Never with two people, never with anyone dominating her like Erin and Mar currently were. Yet despite how overwhelmed she felt, she never once felt awkward, never embarrassed, and certainly never hesitant. She did as she was told.<br><br>Because she was Mommy and Daddy's <em>good</em> girl.<br><br>Without hesitating, she helped Erin out of her dress, pressing a few tender kisses upon the other woman's skin when she did. Each one left behind a small, pink trace, only visible due to the paleness of her Mommy's flesh. Mostly, though, Celeste focused on her task - as much as she could focus. Her body was the one truly being offered up. Her ass; her nipples; her pussy. Every part of her, from head to toe and everything in between, belonged to Mar and Erin. She was theirs, their submissive little princess. <br><br>And, as she finished helping Erin out of her dress and found herself wrapped up in the other woman's embrace, Celeste discovered that she <em>loved</em> her submissive role even more than she expected she would. Without it, she never would have been so free to do these things with Mar and Erin. She didn't have to make the decisions; she just had to follow instructions. <br><br>That's what allowed her lips to part around Mommy's nipple without so much as a second thought for what she was doing. She even began to suckle on it, tender and sweet, if a little sloppy. At the same time, she settled her chubby, naked butt into the older woman's lap. A moan escaped her mouth, even with Mommy's nipple in her mouth, the moment her bare ass touched the bare skin of Erin's leg. She hadn't expected that - such a simple thing - to feel so good. She wiggled her butt a little until it found the meatiest part of Mommy's thigh to sit upon. Then, her focus returned to the breast in her mouth. Upon that, she continued to suckle. Only occasionally did her teeth graze its sensitivity. While she did that, her eyes lifted to Erin's, then fluttered over to Mar's, and back again to Erin's. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family (PeachypiexBlueEyedBardxElizabeth Ecsed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>02-01-2021, 15:34:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v2pH5SfaC70/XWUChtqFPEI/AAAAAAAAaQU/BjcSUAJshd8fVjYTLTUDSB2zmoMFQQySgCLcBGAs/s1600/18.%2BSydney%252C%2BAustralia.jpg)</div> <br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Erin Sinclair<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> June 1, 9pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Celeste bedroom<br><strong>Mood:</strong>&nbsp; loving, dominant, aroused, loving<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mar, Celeste<br><hr><br>"We have the most beautiful little girl in the world, Daddy..." Erin whispered, voice stunned. Of course, Mar was being highly distracting, touching, caressing, and then sucked. Right on that spot. That spot that caused a squealing indrawn gasp of a moan, red head tilting back against her wife. "Mmmm! Marrrr." She groaned, wiggling helplessly. <br><br>It was hard to focus... Two of the most beautiful women in the world were in bed with her... The little princess bed they had gotten for their new daughter... Mar who she knew so very well, and precious little needy submissive Celeste, mixing obedience, desire and&nbsp; her perfect little girl persona into a stunningly sexual package, Mommy and Daddy's plaything, lover, and daughter to raise and mold. Erin was going to explore every inch of their little college ageplayer, and love every second around the girl. Love the girl herself with all her heart, every shred of care and tenderness, even if it took the form of punishment or scolding. <br><br>But now it was pure sexual love and adoration, treasuring every movement of their perfect daughter. Each kiss from those sweet pouty&nbsp; lips, leaving a little lipstick heart from her new ageplay child caused a soft moan, murmured encouragement and praise. <br><br>The comments from her wicked wife caused the redhead to roll her eyes back, trying to give Daddy a cheeky grin, distracted as she was by the hands on her breast, breathing hard as Celeste got closer and closer to the demanded promised nipple, exquisitely ready for the little girl to fasten upon, Mommy's love offered by Daddy's strong hand and their mutual passion for the girl and each other. Such an amazing family, the two stunning blondes and the redhead Mommy who loved and needed them both! All engaged in the hottest sex of her life. And this was just the first of many things planned for Celeste. A normal enough family they might be to the outside world, but here in the privacy of Celeste's childish bedroom, they were going to devour the blonde sweetie with their lust and love and build her up into a new, stronger person. <br><br>Those sweet little daughter lips on her breast caused her to cry out, holding that beautiful blonde head to her chest, posesive, protective, demanding, loving, sheltering. Need and love, naughty and maternal. One hand holding her daughter's head in place, she rubbed the girls back. "Oh Celeste, you're absolutely perfect. Mommy loves you. Mommy and Daddy love you. Our sweet little girl. Our sexy wonderful daughter. Our little sex toy, and girlfriend and daughter. You're going to have the best life with us, and we are going to care for you forever."<br><br>Maybe she was babbling a little, held by her wife and getting sexual arousal from the innocent little suckling on her breast... But Erin needed this. Needed the bonding with her little girl. A metaphorically adopted daughter, yes, but one she wrapped her whole heart around. Underneath Mars very talented hands, Erin was so needy, hot and slick and ready. She certainly wasn't as young or inexperienced as Celeste, but nobody would ever complain about her tight, pale pussy, or how amazingly pink things got with a little bit of blood flow. <br><br>Smiling with a mix of unconditional love and raging lust, she looked from little daughter to wife... Free hand slowly lifting Celeste's leg. "Look what Mommy found for us, Mar, Daddy. Our little girl has a very needy pussy. She's ready to be part of the big girl family, to be our little lover and incestuous submissive. Why don't you make ger dreams come true, Daddy? Touch our little girl, claim her pussy. She needs Daddy you know. She needs you inside her." Of course many of the words applied to Erin herself, but more than her own pleasure, she wanted to watch the Daddy use their little girl, especially if she could keep Celeste fastened tight to Mommy's breast for some of the experience. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family (PeachypiexBlueEyedBardxElizabeth Ecsed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueEyedBard</strong> on <strong>11-02-2021, 02:23:57</strong>
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				<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>It was so thrilling, nearly making her head spin, how fast and intensely her wife had gotten into her new mommy dom persona. It was a button that had been waiting to be pressed all this time. She could hear it in her voice. See it in her body, the way she held their sweet little girl to her nipple. She could feel it, hot and moist, flowing from her wife's lower lips to coat her attentive fingers, readying them to divide the walls deep inside her wife and feel that heat burning in her core. <br>Just the thought had Mar biting her lower lip. At this point there was no denying that she was getting pretty worked up herself and the room was getting pretty hot. Especially being the only one with a bunch of clothes still on!<br><br>Her icy blue eyes darted from her wife to her new daughter while Erin praised and professed her adoration for their little girl and their family. Like she was writing a sonnet. It was something Mar was familiar with. When her wife got this worked up, this aroused, her brain can go into hyperdrive and she can't help herself. It was cute, at least Mar had always thought so, and what was even cuter was the reaction given when Mar...interrupted that train of thought.<br><br>Just when Erin was nearing the end of her speech, where she was again ensuring Celeste how wonderful their lives would be together, an undisputed fact that she wholeheartedly agreed with, Mar dipped her middle and ring fingers in past the delicate folds of her wife's soaking pussy. Still as tight as their first time, daddy split mommy's soft, velvet, walls and thrust her digits two knuckles deep into her beautiful wife, as she bit her lip again while watching Erin's face.<br><br>They were like that for a few deliciously agonizing, and deservedly drawn out, moments. One of Mar's long arms wrapped over Erin's shoulder so her hand could stroke through Celeste's blonde hair as she suckled at Erin's breast. Her other hand between her wife's legs as her fingers stirred up that warm honey that had been gushing out. Then her wonderful wife got another exciting idea, as she split their little girl's legs to reveal her sweet swollen pussy, and the hot pink, quivering walls within. The idea had Mar grinning wide with excitement again. Then she slowly slid her fingers out of her wife, while slipping her other hand from the back of their daughter's head, to the back of mommy's head, where she raked her long fingers into delightfully well known red hair. <br><br>She made sure Erin's eyes were turned to her's, their lips barely a inch apart as she lifted her fingers, still glistening with Erin's love juices, to the level that they would both see them out of the corner of their eyes. "Here, in a way, we'll both be inside our little girl…" then she ran her tongue up the side of her own index finger, getting Erin's taste on her tongue before letting her hand roam back down. But this time the destination was between Celeste's young, firm thighs.<br>Already pre-lubed, Mar stroked their daughter's deliciously exposed, soft, pink walls with the edge of her fingers, and spurred on by intense heat and a mind numbing amount of lust filling their little girl's bedroom, she began to slowly thrust those same two fingers into their new daughter's tight, pink, pussy.<br><br>Pulling Erin's face to her own, she crashed their lips together. She sought out the hot embrace of her wife's tongue with her own, as her fingers continued to dive deeper into Celeste. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family (PeachypiexBlueEyedBardxElizabeth Ecsed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>03-03-2021, 10:11:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://c4.wallpaperflare.com/wallpaper/910/916/865/looking-at-viewer-women-elizabeth-turner-model-wallpaper-preview.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> June 1, 9 pm.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Home<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Pure excitement!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erin, Mar<br><hr><hr><br>Celeste only caught bits and pieces of the conversation between Mar and Erin, Daddy and Mommy. She kept her ears trained for anything that involved her, mostly so that she didn't miss a command (or a compliment), but she'd been too absorbed in what she was doing -- in what was being done to her -- to pay very close attention. A girl could only focus on so many things at once, particularly in a situation like this, one in which she'd never found herself before. One that lit a fire in her body and mind like nothing else had ever done. She suckled on Mommy's breast, kissing it, slurping it. Never biting, though once or twice she felt the urge. <br><br>She had no desire to cause pain, though, and while a small nip -- a relatively innocent one -- might not cause <em>Mommy</em> much pain, Celeste suspected that it result in some considerable discomfort for herself. So, she let her lips and tongue have all the fun, while her pearly white teeth looked on jealously. <br><br>One of her hands, meanwhile, had found its way to Mar. She didn't know exactly which part of her Daddy she was touching -- sometimes her fingers latched onto something hard, abs maybe, and other times something soft. No doubt a breast. But it didn't matter. All that mattered was that she was feeling <em>both</em> of her new lovers, her Momma and her Daddy. Her owners. <br><br>Celeste's thighs parted easily enough; she didn't know who parted them for her. It didn't matter. They were open, they were ready for whatever was coming. Soon enough, she found out. When Mar's fingers touched her pussy, the girl lifted her mouth from Erin's breast just long enough usher a breathy gasp of delight. A whimper followed; her legs squeezed shut, but only for a split second. Celeste forced them back open an instant later. Her mouth found Erin's nipple again, lips sealing tight around that sweet little thing. <br><br>She was vaguely aware of the kissing go on above her head, slightly more aware of her searching hand, exploring Mar's body. But mostly, she focused on Erin's breast and the finger pumping in and out of her pussy. The girl moaned while it happened, her hot breathing spilling out on Mommy's chest while it did. She wiggled, twisted, bounced her pretty butt on the older woman's lap. While all this was going on, her hand continued its exploration. It snaked around Mar's body, downward along her hips until finally it managed to squeeze partway between the mattress and her Daddy's muscular, fleshy ass. Not naked, perhaps. Not yet. But that didn't deter the girl. Her fingers dug in, squeezed. Just because <em>her</em> ass would be the one that got abused in this relationship did not mean that she couldn't enjoy what her Mommy's and Daddy's had to offers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family (PeachypiexBlueEyedBardxElizabeth Ecsed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>22-03-2021, 23:03:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v2pH5SfaC70/XWUChtqFPEI/AAAAAAAAaQU/BjcSUAJshd8fVjYTLTUDSB2zmoMFQQySgCLcBGAs/s1600/18.%2BSydney%252C%2BAustralia.jpg)</div> <br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Erin Sinclair<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> June 1, 9pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Celeste bedroom<br><strong>Mood:</strong>&nbsp; loving, dominant, aroused, loving<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mar, Celeste<br><hr><br>"FUCK!" The redhead, usually so elegant and self contained, screamed out as she was penetrated. Mar had caused such overflowing of Erin's walls before, but usually after a little more work. Mommy was definitely out of it, lust filled and full of need, so happy and horny and hot hot hot. Paradise, her wife's fingers filling her so, little girl secure between them, perfect happy family in the making, just more than she ever imagined. "Oh gods Daddy, I love you, marry me again and we can have Celeste be a kinky flower girl..." No, it didn't make sense to her either, dazed eyes staring deep into Mars... But Erin was much, much more concerned about squeezing her beautiful pussy on her wife, grinding and pressing and clenching, moaning more soft words, nearly pleading her various desires. She wanted so much... Fingers and tongues and toys, to be squeezed and ravished with love... But more than anything, she wanted this to last forever, to keep them together here in this bed in happy, ecstatic and frozen together in eternal bliss. <br><br>Staring into her wife's eyes, holding them both to her, Daddy and naughty daughter, Mar caressing little Celeste, then sweet wifey, had Erin just melting with love and adoration. Heart swelling just as much as her pussy Mommy took a deep breath, sticking out her bright pink tongue to lick just a tiny bit of her juices from her wife's fingers. "Both together forever, Daddy... Always and forever us..." Erin whispered, clinging to little Celeste just to keep herself upright. "Daddy Daddy Daddy..." She whispered into the kiss, feasting on her gorgeous wife's mouth as long as she could stand it, before pulling back with a whimper.... She needed, needed to stare at her wife penetration of their little girl... That perfect sweet blonde that belonged to them... Mar had successfully distracted her, but oh gods, it was impossible to say what waa more overstimulating... Her wife or daughter, fingers or cute little mouth. Both were so perfect, both super sexy, both hers. <br><br>"Here's our daughter, Mar. Daddy. I'll help you do whatever you want to her. Make her scream our names, make her all limp, anything you need to do with her, Daddy. She's ours, she belongs to us, she's going to worship us forever..." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family (PeachypiexBlueEyedBardxElizabeth Ecsed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>19-05-2021, 09:36:21</strong>
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				<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 - but firm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erin, Celeste <br><br><hr><hr><br>Mar moaned as she kissed her wife, her body shivering with pleasure.&nbsp; Half her partner's words were nonsense, but they blended together into an erotic tableau - she had a momentary image of a rubberdoll flower girl tossing condoms and bits of her own shredded panties, trying to walk the aisle as her crotch vibrated intensely.&nbsp; The talk of raw dominance - of owning and controlling - slipped quickest to her core, an auditory eroticism as intense as the hand exploring her body.&nbsp; "That's right, mommy...you're going to tease our little girl, fuck her, use her until she's a sex-drunk mindless toy, and then you're going to give her to me like a good little wife, aren't you?&nbsp; You're going to watch me..."&nbsp; Mar pulled back from Erin's mouth, turning to look where her fingers were thrusting steady and deep into their submissive.&nbsp; Her other hand took hold of the back of Erin's long red hair, using it as a handle to point her head.&nbsp; Mar's next words were a command.&nbsp; "Watch me take our little girl, and break her with pleasure until she begs to be owned."&nbsp; <br><br>Her hand moved faster inside her daughter, harder - not roughly, but not gently either.&nbsp; Her hand was so wet, it slid slickly against the little girl's clit.&nbsp; Daddy wanted the girl to have a little cum tonight, and there couldn't be much time left.&nbsp; As if on cue, the neon plastic clock next to the bed chimed soft lullaby notes.&nbsp; Mar's watch lit up, vibrating with its silent alarm - buzz-buzz, buzz-buzz.&nbsp; She turned her wrist and pressed it to Celeste's clit for a half dozen heartbeats, then pulled it away, her fingers slipping from their new favorite puppet.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="floatright">(https://images.halloweencostumes.com/products/51072/1-1/adult-black-cat-onesie.jpg)</div>Neither of her girls would like the next pronouncement, but it was important to have rules and enforce them.&nbsp; If they started out with exceptions, there wouldn't really be rules at all, just a spoiled little brat, and Mar loved her little girl too much to let that happen.&nbsp; Especially after the whining earlier; it wasn't enough to rate punishment but there would be repercussions if they gave in.&nbsp; Mar pressed her cum-slick fingers to Erin's lips, pressing softly in an unspoken command to clean off the mess left by their daughter's pussy.&nbsp; It would also help Mommy not to forget herself - she knew the need for rules, too, but Mar could see the mad lust in her eyes.&nbsp; "It has been a very pleasant night, my loves, but that sound means it's time for little girls to go to bed.&nbsp; Tomorrow will be a very big day - your first whole day with us - and you need to be well rested.&nbsp; But," she raised her voice against any complaints.&nbsp; She would have raised a finger, too, but she was fucking Erin's face with it.&nbsp; "<em>if</em> you're a good girl, and mommy agrees, you can sleep in our bed tonight.&nbsp; If you're still, and quiet, and get right to sleep."&nbsp; <br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://hottopic.scene7.com/is/image/HotTopic/14524753_hi)</div>Mar stood, disentangling from her family.&nbsp; "You have ten minutes to get ready for bed.&nbsp; Dirty clothes go in the hamper.&nbsp; Brush and floss your teeth.&nbsp; Put on pajamas."&nbsp; She tilted her head toward the closet; there were several options, but the two at the front were a set of She-Ra pajamas - Adora was a secret weakness of Mar's - and a furry black cat onesie.&nbsp; "Nothing underneath," she added, a spur of the moment rule fueled by her own lust, which she was doing her best to ignore in favor of a firm daddy voice.&nbsp; It was a good rule, though, she decided.&nbsp; Their little girl was their plaything, too, and it was her responsibility to give those moments of submission.&nbsp; "Never anything underneath, unless you're given permission."&nbsp; It would make it easier to spank her, too.&nbsp; Mar could tell already her little girl would need a lot of spankings.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family (PeachypiexBlueEyedBardxElizabeth Ecsed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>24-05-2021, 22:31:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://c4.wallpaperflare.com/wallpaper/910/916/865/looking-at-viewer-women-elizabeth-turner-model-wallpaper-preview.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> June 1, 9 pm.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Home<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Confused<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erin, Mar<br><hr><hr><br>There was too much going on for Celeste to focus on any one thing. She knew Mar and Erin were speaking, even managed to catch a word here and there. Something about a kinky flower girl; about the two of them using her, about her worshiping the two of them; about Mar fucking her while Erin watched. Mostly, though, it all mixed together into a sort of symphony of kink. Background music for the touching and the kissing and the fingers pushing into her sweet, needy pussy. <br><br>Celeste's legs opened for Daddy. It was instinct, her natural submissiveness coming to the fore. Or maybe just her desire to get off for the very first time by Mar's hand. If this kept up, that wouldn't take long. Celeste had always been sensitive down there. It didn't take much to set her off. Daddy clearly knew what she was doing, too. They both did. Her legs spread a little wider, knees began to tremble. She heard herself moaning, whimpering. Loud, desperate, helpless. She bit down on her lip, a futile effort to stop the noises she was making. Just a little further. A little longer.<br><br>Something cold pressed against her clit. Vibrating. Celeste's eyes rolled up into her head a moment before she squeezed them shut. Her thighs slammed shut, opened, closed, opened. "<em>Mmn!</em>" She whimpered. Close now. So close. Right at the edge. Another five seconds, and she'd be there. Maybe less. It stopped. Celeste groaned, blinked, arched her back and tried to follow Mar's retreating hand with her needy pussy. A pointless effort. The peak of her climax was retreating too, never quite reached. <br><br>Celeste had been left disappointed by sex before - many, many times before. But never like this. Never with a lover who had taken her so easily to the edge, could have pushed her over with as little effort. Never with someone who actually knew what they were doing. Those other disappointments were so much easier to take; she'd come to expect them. Learned not to hope for more. This one was different. She was so close. So fucking close. Frustration flashed over her, brief but intense. It might have lasted longer, if not for Mar's voice cutting through her emotion to remind her of her new place.<br><br>She peered up at the older woman. "But . . .," she trailed off. Cheeks red. Mouth hanging open. Eyes wide and pleading. She turned from Mar to Erin, Daddy to Mommy, searching for an explanation. "I thought . . ." She trailed off again, gaze shifting back to Daddy. "I'm not tired yet." She protested at last. There was, she realized, nothing else for her to say. Arguing would bring trouble she didn't want. Going to bed, though, didn't feel a whole lot better. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family (PeachypiexBlueEyedBardxElizabeth Ecsed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>05-06-2021, 21:38:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v2pH5SfaC70/XWUChtqFPEI/AAAAAAAAaQU/BjcSUAJshd8fVjYTLTUDSB2zmoMFQQySgCLcBGAs/s1600/18.%2BSydney%252C%2BAustralia.jpg)</div> <br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Erin Sinclair<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> June 1, 9pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Celeste bedroom<br><strong>Mood:</strong>&nbsp; loving, dominant, aroused, loving, surprised and a little frustrated.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mar, Celeste<br><hr><br>The redhead smiled at her wife, recognizing that her beloved Mar was thinking of something particularly naughty. Such a devious delightful mind. Giggling, a little lust drunk herself, Erin nodded. "Yes Daddy, that's a good plan. Helpless little toy daughter, needing her Mommy and Daddy more than anything. Our daughter, my present to you, as if I birthed her myself." Placing her elegant hand on the blondes breast, caressing the young firm flesh. <br><br>Her attention was both broken and utterly commanded as Mar grabbed her hair, one of her particular weaknesses, a soft moan escaping her lips. Swallowing, she stared at her beloved wife, playing and teasing their new family member. So very focused on the sensual, extremely sexual view of her wife buried so deep in their new, gorgeous little daughter, the alarm scared the daylights out of the occasionally sensitive woman, her head jerking against Daddy's grip on her hair. Time? Already? <em>No, no no no no!! It can't be, we need, I want.. </em> Erin was aware that she was starting to sound like Celeste in the privacy of her own head. But how could she contradict her wife, set up strife in their family, undermine their authority? She couldn't, nothing was worth that. They were a team, but at the end of the day, Daddy was Daddy and Erin was Mommy.. their dynamic meant something too. Blushing just a little bit, the redhead professor smiled at her wife, partner, coparent. And opened her pretty lips, wrapping them around the fingers, one at a time, licking, sucking and caressing.<br><br>Orders given, Mommy leaned over and gave their precious baby a gentle hug, and quick kiss. "Listen to Mommy and Daddy darling girl. You have ten minutes, so run along my love." Wouldn't do to upset Daddy, after all! No matter how much Erin wanted to see that adorable college butt red and wiggling..
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family (PeachypiexBlueEyedBardxElizabeth Ecsed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>09-06-2021, 08:52:11</strong>
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				<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 - Master suite<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Excited and a bit frustrated herself<br><br><hr><hr><br>"Don't dawdle, pumpkin."&nbsp; Mar left her daughter's room, casting a smoldering look toward Erin: narrowed eyes and a tilt of the head, a predatory promise that the evening wasn't over yet, that her own lusts would need to be sated.&nbsp; Turning to the master suite, she closed her eyes a moment as she walked, tasting her own fingertip with the point of her tongue, rolling the flavors in her mouth and trying to separate out Celeste's flavor.&nbsp; Mar wanted more, but didn't let the frustration of self denial touch her face.&nbsp; Soon, and she'd feast on her wife in the meanwhile. <br><br>She kicked her shoes into a corner, paused and didn't quite glance toward Erin; then picked the footwear up and walked them to the closet.&nbsp; They were deposited with a half dozen other pairs on a rack meant for three times as many.&nbsp; Shirt, pants and socks into the hamper.&nbsp; She was left in a lavender bra and panty set, comfortable but pretty, left on for Erin to remove later.&nbsp; Pulled open a drawer and rifled through the shirts dumped in haphazardly to pluck out the long black Cruxshadows tee.&nbsp; It was narrow enough to show a bit of her figure but hung nearly to her knees; an appropriate parental pajama that would leave easy enough access when it was needed.&nbsp; <br><br>A glance at her watch as she brushed her teeth, five minutes left and she was nearly done.&nbsp; Plenty of time for their daughter to complete her chores in time, even if it was a new and unfamiliar bathroom.&nbsp; That would earn her a bit of leeway, Mar supposed, if it came down to it.&nbsp; A stern rebuke would suffice for a minute or two late.&nbsp; She pulled open the lowest drawer on her nightstand, picking through the carefully stowed restraints within.&nbsp; "Still," she'd told her daughter.&nbsp; she found a few items and set them on the bed with a soft sound of metal, leather and cloth.&nbsp; "And quiet."&nbsp; More than two minutes late would mean a spanking first; a leather belt lay in the top drawer for that.&nbsp; Mar was feeling indulgent, though, and looked forward to wickedly teasing their little girl; unless the she was very naughty, she'd be allowed to stay in their bed.&nbsp; <br><br>10:08....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family (PeachypiexBlueEyedBardxElizabeth Ecsed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>22-06-2021, 06:23:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://c4.wallpaperflare.com/wallpaper/910/916/865/looking-at-viewer-women-elizabeth-turner-model-wallpaper-preview.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> June 1, 9 pm.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Home<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Mildly grumpy<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erin, Mar<br><hr><hr><br>Celeste didn't dawdle. For the first couple minutes, she didn't do anything at all. Just stared at her Daddy's retreating back with a stubborn set to her jaw. She didn't <em>want</em> to go to bed yet. She wanted to stay up and finish what they were doing; she wanted to extend their first night together as long as she possibly could; she want to <em>get off!</em> They'd brought her so close, right to the edge. Her nerves were still tingling with the memory of it, all charged up and ready to go. If Mar or Erin were to start up again, Celeste thought, she'd be able to finish in a minute. Maybe less. It wasn't fair.<br><br><em>And she didn't want to go to bed!</em><br><br>Two minutes later, her courage failed her. She pushed herself up off the bed in a huff, stalking off to the bathroom. She wasn't worried about offending her two 'parents' by showing defiance on the first night. Earlier, she might have been, when they were still getting acquainted. Now, though, she was firmly situated in her role. Their little girl. Not their slave. She was allowed to express herself, show some defiance. As long as she was ready to face the consequences. And that right there was problem. Celeste did not want a spanking! <br><br>So with a little less than 7 minutes now to go, she found was in her bathroom, squeezing some toothpaste onto her brush. At 6 minutes, she was rinsing her mouth out. A minute or so later, and she was back out of the bathroom, looking for her pajamas in the closet. She took went back-and-forth between the two outfits. The cat-onesie was adorable, and Celeste liked adorable. But she <em>loved</em> pink jammies. The graphic on the bust was cute too. She opted for those. Nothing underneath, like Daddy said. She pulled the top on over her bare chest, and the bottoms up over her bare butt. By the time she was done, she was in a significantly better mood than she was when she'd started. <br><br>Maybe it wouldn't be <em>so</em> bad to go to bed now. Tomorrow was another day, the first full day of her new life with her new family. That pleased her. When she showed up at the door to her parents' bedroom, she was almost exactly on time. But then she remembered she forgot to put her clothes in the hamper. Spinning around, she hurried back to where her clothes lay scattered about the floor, picked them up, found the hamper after some time searching, then bounded back to where her Mommy and Daddy were waiting. <br><br>Two minutes overdue, almost to the second. But no more. <br><br>"I'm ready for bed." She announced, peering around the room. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family (PeachypiexBlueEyedBardxElizabeth Ecsed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>28-06-2021, 04:58:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v2pH5SfaC70/XWUChtqFPEI/AAAAAAAAaQU/BjcSUAJshd8fVjYTLTUDSB2zmoMFQQySgCLcBGAs/s1600/18.%2BSydney%252C%2BAustralia.jpg)</div> <br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Erin Sinclair<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> June 1, 10:09pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> bedroom<br><strong>Mood:</strong>&nbsp; Domestic, ready, loving<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mar, Celeste<br><hr><br>Erin blushed slightly under the gaze of her wife, knowing full well what that hungry glint in her beloved's eyes meant. The redhead looked down coyly, peeking up to grace the older blonde with a happily obedient little smile... Mommy and Daddy were equally in charge of little daughter subby, but Erin knew and loved her place with her wife. Daddy was the final head of the household, after all. <br><br>But Mommy definitely had opinions about her standards for household cleanliness... The correct placement of the shoes got a subtly pleased nod, even as her focus was largely on getting that lovely purple gown looked over, and hung in the empty dress bag. Wouldn't do to wrinkle her nice things! Of course she giggled softly at her wife's taste in shirts... They certainly didn't agree on music often, but that was easy enough to work around. Her own outfit was a harder choice... Comfortable, sexy, or scandalous? Mommy finally settled on a mix, one of her particular favorites. (https://di2ponv0v5otw.cloudfront.net/posts/2018/03/25/5ab7e251331627692b77ee7d/m_5ab7e25aa6e3ea0213e95286.jpg)<br><br>There was a moment of hand holding during the brushing of teeth, then the automatic but still heartfelt minty fresh kiss. "I love you, wifey Mar." The restraints got a slightly questioning glance... Mommy being probably overprotective of the little girl they were bringing into their lives... But still, bondage was on the approved activities list, and thus up to Celeste to veto if needed. <br><br>The soft voice of their little girl caused a broad smile, Mommy gliding over to wrap her darling in a hug. "Don't you look utterly adorable, sweetie? Come on in..." Pressing her lips together, Mommy gave a nice, comforting but still hungry kiss to the girl, marvelling anew at how complete her heart felt already... Standing behind Celeste, nudging her closer to Daddy, presenting the sweet college girl for her wife... So eager to see what happened next... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family (PeachypiexBlueEyedBardxElizabeth Ecsed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>30-06-2021, 09:18:11</strong>
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				<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 - Master suite<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Parenting, but playful<br><br><hr><hr><br>"You're two minutes late," Mar stated, voice firm and slightly edged, ending flat.&nbsp; Not a question but a judgement rendered and unarguable.&nbsp; She paused for a beat, brows in a slight frown; just long enough to let her daughter taste the fear of punishment before continuing in a softer, encouraging tone to reassure her with compassion.&nbsp; "Not by much, and I understand your room is new.&nbsp; But this is your warning: little girls who stay up past their bedtimes get spankings and lose privileges.&nbsp; Understood?" <br><br>Mar reached up and brushed aside a bit of hair, softly stroking the girl's cheek.&nbsp; "You look adorable, pumpkin.&nbsp; Have you ever seen She-Ra?&nbsp; I'd love to watch it with you sometime.&nbsp; Did you follow all of your instructions?"&nbsp; She glanced down meaningfully at the bottoms.&nbsp; There were no panty lines, but she wanted to make her acknowledge it, to give the girl her little bedtime treat of embarrassed submission.&nbsp; <br><br>"Mommy and I are happy to let you sleep in our bed tonight; we look forward to lots of cuddles and loves.&nbsp; But we aren't quite ready to sleep yet," her eyes glanced behind Celeste for a moment, narrowing unconsciously with hunger as the silk clung and revealed.&nbsp; It left no doubt what would be happening in bed before sleep.&nbsp; "So I'm going to help you settle down and stay quiet."&nbsp; Mar raised her hand, a blindfold and soft leather cuffs dangling from her fingers.&nbsp; "Just until we're ready for lights out.&nbsp; Is that alright, sweetie?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family (PeachypiexBlueEyedBardxElizabeth Ecsed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>03-07-2021, 12:32:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://c4.wallpaperflare.com/wallpaper/910/916/865/looking-at-viewer-women-elizabeth-turner-model-wallpaper-preview.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> June 1, 9 pm.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Home<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Pouty<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erin, Mar<br><br><hr><hr>Celeste beamed as much over Erin's praise as the hug. Neither her nor Mar had been sparing with compliments for their little girl. They'd given her more over the short time the three of them had all known each other than Celeste's real parents done over a span of two decades. Once she might have felt resentful for that. Right now, she was just happy. No point being bitter about the past when the present was so sweet. She kissed Erin with as much vigor as Erin kissed her, and felt a warmth spreading out from the pit of her stomach, through her limbs, up to the tips of her fingers, down to the ends of her toes. <br><br>Then Daddy doused it with four words. <br><br>Celeste shivered, jerking her eyes away from Erin's and locking them onto Mar's. She opened her mouth to protest that she went as fast as she could, but couldn't find her voice and quickly closed her mouth again. It was strange, how genuinely uncomfortable she felt under that stern gaze, when she was in trouble or walking on thin ice. She didn't like it. And she loved it because she didn't like it. She really was her Mommy and Daddy's little girl.&nbsp; <br><br>Right on cue, her eyes widened a fraction at the word 'spanking.' Her cheeks felt hot. She knew they must be bright pink. She shifted from one foot to the other, plucking at the hem of her shirt. She gave her head a little nod. Then, "Yes, Daddy." She answered in a small voice, barely a whisper. Her eyes went to the floor, then back up to Mar, to Erin, and finally back to Mar. It was the touch to her cheek that finally allowed her to breathe again.<br><br>"I haven't seen it." She said, then felt a smile creeping back onto her still-pink face. "I wanna watch it with you!" And found that she actually did, even if it was just some silly kid's cartoon. Maybe especially then. She looked down at her bottom's following Mar's eyes with her own. "I did!" Her answer came in the form of a squeak. Then, more calmly, "I didn't put any panties on underneath." If the flush in her cheeks had faded any, it was back now. Daddy seemed intent on making sure that blush didn't go away any time soon, either. <br><br>Celeste tugged a little more on the hem of her shirt. Once more, she found herself following Mar's gaze, but this time it was to peer back over her shoulder at the silk-clad goddess standing behind her. Celeste bit her lip, letting her gaze wander. And for a good few seconds, she completely forgot herself in that silk and the way it hugged the curves of Erin's body. Daddy's voice eventually brought her back to the moment.&nbsp; Turning back around, her breath caught when she saw the handcuffs dangling from Mar's finger. The blindfold earned a whimper. Briefly, she turned her head back to Mommy, as if hoping to find support there, even knowing full well that she wouldn't. Mommy and Daddy were always a team. She turned back to Daddy and gave her foot a small stamp. <br><br>"Fine."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family (PeachypiexBlueEyedBardxElizabeth Ecsed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>07-07-2021, 19:28:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v2pH5SfaC70/XWUChtqFPEI/AAAAAAAAaQU/BjcSUAJshd8fVjYTLTUDSB2zmoMFQQySgCLcBGAs/s1600/18.%2BSydney%252C%2BAustralia.jpg)</div> <br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Erin Sinclair<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> June 1, 10:09pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> bedroom<br><strong>Mood:</strong>&nbsp; Loving and stern<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mar, Celeste<br><hr><br>&nbsp;Erin couldn't help but preen and pose little bit under her wife's hungry gaze... She was absolutely quite happy to indulge the beautiful other woman's desires,&nbsp; loving them and her wife very much...&nbsp; But something about doing them with a bound Celeste in the bed with them really escalated the tension and taboo. Mommy was definitely viewing their relationship through a very family lens, but the thought of sexy times with their adopted daughter nearby made her heart race. "Bedtime are very important." She affirmed, making it very clear that there was no gap between mommy and daddy to be exploited by little girls who didn't want to listen to rules.&nbsp; And of course Daddy was the lead disciplinarian, so mommy was going to follow her wife's guidance on most of the punishment and control issues involved in raising their new little daughter. <br><br>"Oh, it's such an adorable show! You're going to have so much fun." Mommy clearly liked that idea, smiling so happy at her little family. And having two beautiful women she loved and adored staring at her caused a lip biting grin of absolute wickedness. This was going to be so much fun! They had so many wonderful experiences in store for them! But first..&nbsp; <br><br>Sliding her elegant hand up underneath Celeste's cute little t-shirt, she gave that bare pussy a warning little squeeze. "Don't be fussy, sweetie, I know this is intense but it's for your own good..." She purred, enjoying mixing the maternal and the sexy. But then it was time for no more delays, and she gave Celeste a gentle push on the butt, handing her entirely over to Daddy and Daddy's waiting bondage. 
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