“Why didn’t you ever say something? And here I thought we were, you know, kind of in a monogamous ... Oh shit, never mind. So you’ll help me?”...ngela shrugged as if it were no big deal. “Sure. I can set it up for you. How’s Friday night sound?”It was now Wednesday morning. Tonight would have sounded better, but beggars can’t be choosers. “Friday sounds good,” I told her.I was sure the clocks around the world had all stopped sometime early Wednesday morning, then restarted at a painfully slow. I rubbed it onto her, letting the sprinkle of chili I had used absorb itself into her tender flesh. I could see the faint pepper have its effect -- turning the skin just rosy, and causing her to jump. I licked the fruit that was halfway into her opening, then devoured the sweet and savory delight before me. I spent minutes playing with her juices, watching the strands of sticky wetness connect my tongue to her clit. I watched as she moaned and writhed from my tongue, the peppers, the fruit. Uncle Justin entered some commands into the laptop controlling the camera, and the picture zoomed in by orders of magnification. You could almost make out something working right in front of the cut. It looked like several grains of salt working together to hold the skin and meat together as another stitched the skin together. They were busily melding the two flaps of skin together after another version of nanite underneath the exposed skin worked to weave the sides back together.“How can this. I had to get ready for the dad who was supposed to come at 4 PM. I had just 2 hrs to gift wrap me for dad. I went in bath room to get fresh. I calean shaved my pussy. I did waxing for my whole body. I took a quick bath and then searched for the clothes to wear for dad. I wore a small lace black bra to suit in contrast with my body colour. As usual the size of bra was one smaller so that the boobs poop out. It was specially bought for this moment as it showed my deep cleavage in the valley..