Isabella tried so hard to hide the relationship from everyone else in the kibbutz, even sometimes pretending she hardly knew Marla, who was aware that...what Isabella most wanted was for the two of them to retreat to her bed and lie together. Maybe just hold hands. Maybe just kiss each other's face and breasts. And, so few times that each time was wholly memorable, to explore the pubic region that burned so fiercely.But none of this was anything compared to the passion Marla had enjoyed with that. I could tell he was looking at me differently. Usually I was fully dressed. My dark nipples were hard and very visible beneath the thin cotton shirt that was stretched acrossed my tits. The soft fabric of the shorts were clinting to my ass and I felt his stare. I got moist thinking about it.I turned around and he was closer than I realized and I brushed against his arm with my breasts, sending little electric waves through my nipples down to my pussy. Lust doesn't wait.I took the books from his. The strong smell of cum hit Anjali’s nose. Anjali was no stranger to licking pussy. She and Meera had satisfied each other often. But this , licking Rani’s pussy, she had never imagined.“Tell me slut, have you tasted any other pussy previously?”, asked Rani.“Yes maasi, of Meera.”, answered Anjali.Rani gasped. The image of the naked bodies of Meera and Anjali danced in her head. She violently pushed Anjali’s head towards her pussy.“So my innocent nieces are not so innocent after all.”, she. Then mom just shrugged her shoulders and said "what the hell." She brought the drinks out on the patio with us and we sat and ate. We talked and gazed at the amazing sky full of stars. She didn't seem to be mad anymore about my little stunt.About half way through what was her third drink, I started to think; damn my mom can't take very much alcohol. I could tell she was feeling it pretty good. But then suddenly I started feeling a little odd. I felt dizzy and mom said she was too. Both.