She spent most of her time in just her underwear while putting on makeup and sorting her hair. She was wearing the same underwear outfit that she’d ...orn to the party the previous week, black lacy bra and g-string type panties. It wasn’t till she was just about ready to go before she slipped on her short black dress. I joked with her that she’d better watch it or she’d be flashing her panty again with a short skirt like that. She joked back that perhaps she would be showing them off anyway. We. It was a pink satin, full circle skirt, pouffy sleeve dress. “What is THIS?”, she loudly proclaimed. “Must be one of your dresses”, I said nonchalantly. I did not want her to know or see that I was ‘shaking in my boots’, as the saying goes. “This is NOT my dress”, she exclaimed. “I never saw it before. … .Where did it come from?” “How should I know!”, I retorted “Who is she? .. What’s her name, your girlfriend”, she replied in an angry tone. “I don’t have any girlfriends!! Besides, I never. He again started licking her pussy lips also using his fingers to spread her wet lips, her clean wet lips. Her arousal was beyond control and her state was evident that she is getting her cunt sucked really well. He was expertly using his tongue like a dog and she was surely a bitch in heat ooohh Dinkar aaahhhhh.She shrieked aloud and put her both hands over his head. She was thumping her ass upward to let his tongue a deeper access of her cunt. He has made his fingers wet with her cunt juices. Nobody in the family suspected that Nancy and I had done the dirty two-step inside her tent and I was not about to announce my undying love for her at the dinner table. Besides, everyone assumed Mary and I were a number because they saw how receptive Mary was to my fingers on her boobs and my lips puckered just for her lovely sweet face untouched by cosmetics of any type. In truth, I had only gotten to first base with her and her below-the-waist region was a “no man’s land” of mystery and sheer.