The young woman rose and pressed a bell push beside the desk three short rings. Immediately the outer door opened and two women entered. One was an ol...er woman, of about forty he guessed, with no trace of shyness; the other was much younger, appearing only sixteen or so, and was obviously very nervous. They both lowered themselves into the French version of an obeisance, with the legs nearly straight and the forehead on the floor. He inspected them also from behind, and slid his forefinger into. After another kiss or two on her stomach, I slowly removed her panties.Then I just knelt there looking at her perfectly manicured bush. My heart was pounding so hard. Sandhya just stood there waiting for my next move. Still kneeling in front of her, I looked up into her eyes and asked her if she would like me to lick her pussy. She told me that she would love it. So who was I to disappoint her?Moving her legs apart, I placed my tongue on her wonderfully wet pussy and began to lick up her. It was her favourite, with a low square neck and straps it clung beautifully to her breasts, the basque underneath enhancing them further still and minimising her already small waist. It was so comfortable, and hung softly over her arse. The dress ended mid thigh, long enough to be classy and elegant but short enough to rise giving a tantalising view of long smooth thighs when she was driving.Pleased with her look she came downstairs, she could see the look of approval on her husbands face but. « Ah well that’s tops everything…it’s you who calls me a « fucking dyke » ? You really have some gall…You think that your so-called niece doesn’t know you’re a dyke ? », screamed Christine. What I had suspected since the scene in the shop was really true ? Aunt Lucy was really a lesbian ? Far from displeasing me, this new facet of Lucy attracted me and I was more and more curious to learn more. These two women were then rivals and had come here to settle old quarrels. Probably to prevent.