Hannah Kaminsky had arrived. We would both be in serious trouble once she diagnosed our “sickness” as a hangover. The doorbell chimed loudly and s...ortly afterwards I could hear the two ladies chatting in the hallway. It seemed like an age before they made their way upstairs and stood outside my bedroom. As my room was closer to the stairs it would be me who got examined and got found out first. I shook my head as my bedroom door opened and Auntie Margaret entered, followed by Hannah Kaminsky,. That was all he wanted. He wanted her to beg. He dove straight at her clit and sucked it into his mouth. Her cry was music to his ears. He pressed his teeth above it and pressed her clit into them with his tongue. Hard on one side, soft on the other her mind registered confusion, pleasure and pain. Sucking, nipping, licking her clit, he curled his two middle fingers up and thrust them inside her. She started to fuck herself on his hand at a fast pace. Her head rolled back and forth as mewing. The locks on his head felt like silk. As I raved, he went on to tell me that he had inherited his father’s hair.Another surprise for me was how neat and tidy his house was. Although the outside and inside could’ve done with a fresh lick of paint and the furniture looked like it belonged to a bygone era, it was actually very cozy and really nice.Having brought three bottles of white wine, we were soon enjoying the fruit of the grape. Evans normally drank milk stout but was happy to indulge in. Not a great experience but it did make me interested in coming back on a couples night.The next night, I mentioned to my wife where I had been while assuring her I was only a spectator. Not knowing what to expect, I was surprised when she expressed a strong interest and before long we agreed to go the next night. We had a good sex life that occasionally involved exhibitionism. She loved being a tease, things like sex in the back seat of a cab, wearing revealing clothing, flashing room service.