I leaned down spontaneously and began to lick it. I didn't really know how at the time but I knew you were supposed to lick the clitoris, and I knew t...e clitoris was the tender little lump at the apex of her labia. I learned that from years of reading stolen adult fiction and looking at pictures in magazines. I could see her clitoris poking out at me as I stared down at her naked beauty and something inside me just wanted to lick it. So I did.If I really was ignorant about it she had no. ..... I let myself in the back door and found Joan sitting on the sofa reading an adult magazine. She winked at me as I entered and nodded towards the dining room.I pulled Joan to her feet and began to kiss her. She suddenly stopped me and said' Look, this is so wrong we have to stop it. I know we both enjoy it but it could destroy both our relationships should anyone find out' Knowing the scenario I replied' Unless you say anything, no one will know.Anyway I told you before, unless you. Thwacllk!The man grunted as he hit, lunging with all his might. Her grunt answered his--"Uingh!"Her feet twisted in. After the seventh there was a broad band of purple weal across her cheeks, a thick, blood-clotted bruise on the right. She shook her head from side to side, as if wondering."This is excruciating," she was heard to say.With great effort she took two more, then cried out "Ow!" in a high, almost c***dish tone that caused much laughter."And not a third done," said a woman near. Maybe it was the music, or maybe I was just clumsy, but as I shuffled my way through the throng to the bar, I must have knocked into Kate, as I was all too aware of making contact as a glass of wine spilled down my shirt. I think we both apologised, not really knowing who was at fault, as we both went for tissues to sponge the front of my shirt. Luckily it was white wine, so it was not quite as obvious as it might have been, and then and hurriedly I offered to replace her glass of wine. Once.