The thin white material was now completely see through and stuck to her lips, giving her a camel toe that could be seen for miles.“Wanna come upstai...s, KC?” she asked desperately, turning away from her mom.“Sure”. I thought about dragging this out, but with Leslie, turnabout is fair play in her books.True enough, once in her bedroom, she made me lick up our mess from her thighs before she put on a clean skirt.We spent the rest of the evening planning for the weekend.On Saturday evening, I was. Kamala came as usual to house in the morning carrying out all the work. I was in a short and t shirt about to get ready for bath and picking out my towel and change dress heading towards my room. Kamala called me and asked to give the dirty laundry to her right away to the service room outside the house so that she could wash and get on with the other work. I just removed my t shirt in front of her and put it in the laundry bag while she was collecting other dresses form the house.I was. “Bugger” I muttered.Mum and dad were at work, I thought that I would be alone until the afternoon when our house guest was due to arrive. Bugger ... she had arrived early and was sunbathing on the daybed.She was the mother in law of my older brother Ben. Her name was Lana and she was 45 years old, and divorced from the father of my sister in law Tess.I had first met Lana about three years ago at the wedding of Ben and Tess. I was 16 years old at the time and just discovering my sexuality. In my. Unconsciously, she slowly slipped her left hand into her waistband, her middle finger creeping down over her clit as she watched the blowjob masterclass play out. She’d just started dipping her finger when she felt Helen’s left hand press down firmly over hers, clamping her hand in place. A silent warning, not yet. Helen had succumbed to the giggles as Petersen starting frantically gesturing at his ass to the camera holder. The camera had started to shake and ended up pointing anywhere but at.