I move closer still. I can smell her now. Hot, musky, fresh like an apple mingled with the smell of salt water. She pulls her lips apart. Her middle f...nger circles the tight flesh around her clitoris. I zoom in on the shiny, engorged mound, now proud beneath her hood. "Taste," she whispers. Her husband starts snapping pictures.I lap up the juice on her inner thigh, and breathe her smell. I make a long stroke with the broad flat of my tongue, stem to stern in nautical terms, slow and deliberate.. I said "Sure" and lit her cig for her. She asked what I was doing and I explained, I then asked her why she wasn't in school, she replied that she was in 6th form and didn't like it, I asked her how old she was and she said 17 - the UK age of consent is 16.We smoked our cigs and she asked if she could have another, as I hesitated she said she would earn it, I asked what did she mean and she said "You know EARN IT", she came over to me and started kissing me rubbing my thigh in the process, I. Very gently, Hazel followed Mary’s instructions to clean her wounds and apply the dressings. “I did not really look at your pussy properly before, I was too upset about being tattooed last night. They really have removed all of your inner lips, and your clitoris hood. Your clitoris looks huge. What does it feel like?” “I can feel the stitches prickling a bit, and it is sore when I get aroused with my pussy juice getting into them. But I like the way that my outer lips are closer together; it. “What, Minako-chan?” she asked, giving me a look.“N-nothing,” I said.“You keep staring at okaasan like she has something on her face,” Kimiko said.“Is there something on my face?” Mother asked. She grabbed her napkin and wiped at her face.“No, no, Minako was just ... was just wondering if we could find natto in America.” I missed having fermented soybeans for breakfast.“Well, I am going shopping,” Mother said. “There is an Asian store that imports Japanese and Korean items I’m trying.