I could feel Becky's heart throb as I held her, placing gentle kisses on her flushed face. I had enjoyed my fair share of lovers by age 35, but the sight of my daughter's glistening sex aroused me more than I imagined possible. My craving only intensified when I felt Becky's hands move down my slippery body to cup my buttocks. Her beauty was enhanced when compared to his craggy looks, his hand obviously busy between her legs gave him an almost evil appearance, her head was back, her long blond locks hung backward, her mouth was open and her hips were moving with him, all the time he stared at her, marveling in his control as he fingered her, and he watched me, as I firmly kept my gaze averted and let him experience her. I couldn't help but moan, overcome by my baby's touch I lay down next to her in the cool sheets, and she immediately crushed her mouth to mine with a fervor that had my head reeling. Becky and I gently entangled, bodies flushed and glistening in the aftermath of our lovemaking. I was excited watching her, so much at ease and as she opened the street guide I saw she was pressing her leg hard against his. Becky was suddenly shy, unable to meet my gaze. Furthermore, it was obvious that Becky had done this kind of thing before, and knowing that my baby was experienced in sapphic love made me all the more eager to explore forbidden pleasures with her. We continued to share hungry kisses, our oiled bodies sliding and slipping together. Then my daughter grasped the waistband of my swimsuit.