I gently lick her labia teasing the folds with my tongue until they extend fully. Now the little knob standing on his short stem throbs with her heart...eat. Isabel utters, For the love of the goddess stop teas… Isabel loses her voice as my mouth wraps around that small knob that is her clitoris. My tongue teases it as my lips hold it hostage. The room floods with light as we glow brightly. I release Isabels hips and immediately she thrusts her clitoris into my mouth, my hands slight up her. Less than an hour later he was gone, with a brief "I'll call you" on his way out the door.She sat on her couch that afternoon going over the events of the past 24 hours in her head, still glowing with satisfaction at how full her pussy felt in spite of her indignation at the feeling. She concluded that she had been compelled to leave the house by the video: the skimpy top, short skirt, and thigh-highs she had apparently decided to wear to a coffeeshop to work were a dead giveaway. She had. After about half an hour we all retired to sleep. I got awakened by some giggling sound emanating from the bed where my uncle & his wife were sleeping. Now, when i turned towards them , I could partially see my uncle & his wife , talking in hush tones & laughing among themselves. I saw my uncle , as usual facilitated by the street light rays in the hall, lying on his wife & wandering his face all over his wife’s face. Later, came to know it was smooching. Now, i became more alert & started. We’ve kept secluded enough for now. The condensation on the bathroom mirror makes it slightly more challenging to shave the amateur beard that attempted itself over this last week – a long razor, left in one of the nearby drawers, put to use immediately. I wince at the small sharp pains – unavoidable, I suppose. I clean off the spots of blood with a dirty white towel, no longer virginal post-shave, and proceed back into the main room upon blowing out the candle. ‘Infinity’ – she lies before.