Lick my pussy, please, hon, I’m so ready.’ I still just circled around her pussy, licking and licking, keeping the whole area wet, sometimes just ...ragging my tongue flat around her sensitive skin all along her genital area, then making my tongue into a point and just running the tip around and around. Did that make her squirm. ‘You’re teasing me, Adam, you want me to beg, don’t you? Well, I won’t. Not yet. It does feel wonderful, so wonderful. I am so hot. Mmm, just keep doing it, Adam. Oh, you. Deepa’s mother Jaya, a widow in her late thirties usually left for work fairly early leaving Deepa and her brother Prashant (14) under my wife’s care.Deepa was 19, tall, lovely figure, conical large breasts, dusky complexion, straight hair, sharp nose, high cheekbones and pearly teeth. All day she moved about in a sleeveless gown that came just below her knees. She didn’t bother to wear a bra and her breasts jiggled about with every movement of hers. I often watched her on the sly and. She still wore her bra, well part of it. The front had been ripped open; the scissors had been abandoned in favour of eager masculine strength. The scissors, so cold by now, where employed again to slice a gaping hole in her beautiful expensive French silk knickers, revealing her pussy and exposing her further. Practically naked was more humiliating than being fully so. She could not pretend that she felt at home in her skin, comforted or indeed confident enough to attempt to restore her usual. . ! To hide it... bury it within herself... smother its lewd, ugly head forever, was the only answer!She would pretend and say nothing regarding either of them, she decided, quickly scurrying from the bed and hustling toward the shower to wash Max Keele's lewdly puddling sperm from up inside her vagina. Soon, it would be all over with, once Chief Lannigan carried through with his end, and she could leave it all behind them... her obscene nightmare one that had happened only in her.