Like her mother, Kelly Ann had woken up that morning feeling extraordinarily horny. Masturbating before she got out of bed hadn't scratched the itch; if anything it had inflamed her appetite. In this condition the sight of Samantha, looking sexily disheveled with her white robe askew and just-been-fucked hair, got Kelly's juices flowing immediately.
Kelly followed Samantha into the kitchen, where she was putting the finishing touches on a blueberry pie, and sat down on the counter. The outfit Kelly was wearing reflected her mood: a short denim skirt -- no panties -- and a tight halter top through which her nipples were poking. This did not escape the attention of Samantha, who grew increasingly distracted as Kelly shifted position several times and her skirt rode up, exposing the lower edge of her red pubic hair.
After finally getting the pie into the oven, Samantha walked over to Kelly Ann, who was sitting right next to the bowl of leftover blueberry filling. She dipped a finger into the sweet, gooey mess and brought it to Kelly's mouth. Kelly eagerly sucked the finger clean, after which Samantha leaned over to kiss her, savoring the doubly sweet taste of the younger girl's mouth.
Pulling Kelly Ann's top down, Samantha spread gobs of filling onto the redhead's taut nipples and had a very pleasant time licking it off. Then she took a big handful of the stuff and spread it all over Kelly's soft inner thighs and between her legs. After tasting the sticky mixture of blueberry, sugar, and girl juice that now coated her hand, Samantha fed the rest to Kelly, and was just about to bend down to really get to work when the doorbell rang again.
"Don't move a muscle," Samantha ordered in a very serious tone, holding up one finger for emphasis. At the door was Janice, who Samantha immediately took by the arm and led to the kitchen. There she saw Kelly Ann sitting obediently on the counter, top down around her stomach, skirt hiked up around her waist, with her legs spread and blue goop covering her thighs and crotch. Janice smirked lasciviously. What more could you possibly ask for?
Janice and Samantha knelt in unison and began to clean the pie filling off Kelly's thighs and crotch. Just at that moment Betty Ann walked into the kitchen in search of a glass of water to quench the thirst she'd been working up in Kat's room. She was surprised but not shocked to see her daughter there, eyes closed in bliss as the two older women licked away happily. Not wishing to interfere, she filled a glass of water and went to the living room. On the way she saw Kat leading Lexi, who was on her hands and knees, down the stairs by a makeshift leash attached to her collar; the purple strap-on still dangled from Kat's crotch. At this sight Betty felt a twinge of guilt; she was supposed to be the responsible adult here, and things were getting maybe a little out of hand. But seeing Lexi's contented smile, she let it go.