As she finished a page, she passed it over for me to read. Ten minutes later we had most of the story.” “Not only did we know about the affair you...two were having, we knew a lot about the where and when. Most activity was taking place in this house,” said Ailsa. “You really were quite stupid Mother. For God’s sake! you’re a parliamentary candidate. You showed no political judgment at all. Cutting off Daddy from sex, and moving him into the spare room, did you really think he wasn’t going to. Faster and faster, my mouth devouring her in a frenzy of lust. But not with the typical pleasure-giving movements. I do this for myself, to taste her, explore her. What she feels doesn’t matter.It’s impossible to tell how long I’ve been at her crotch. After a while, I need a breather. I sit back, panting. Cool air so refreshing on my face after so long under her skirt, engulfed by her stifling thighs and pussy.I stare up at Alyssa as I catch my breath, licking her flavor from my lips, reveling. The conversation flowed easily and without pause until my second glass of wine arrived and I suddenly realized that for the past twenty minutes I had been doing all the talking. I had told him almost everything about myself, my life, the reason for the trip, and my frustration that Mark had blown off yet another Valentine's date. Not that Mark's absence would make a difference: The weather maps made clear that no planes would be taking off for another four hours at least. There was little. It felt wonderful, for just a moment, and then...“For somebody who didn’t want to have their temperature taken, I see you are liking it.”Oh my God! It was Stacy. She saw me. I stopped immediately and, by this time, Stacy was standing next to the bed. She took my hand and placed it next to me. Then, she took the thermometer and twisted it just a little bit, and then removed it. I was mortified and decided that the best thing for me to do was to just lie there. Yes, there was something erotic.