Business as usual, for this lot!

As you settle in for dinner, you begin to relax a little. The people around you chat and bicker good naturedly - with the exception of Jackson who eats in silence - and it's clear they're all comfortable with each other.

You do worry though - what if you have another episode, here? They seem nice but... you don't want these people to see you in that state. Do they know? Aunt Lydia did say everyone in this house was "happy to help", but what does that even mean?

You're still wondering mid-way through your meal, when suddenly Aunt Lydia makes a sharp, shaky noise next to you. You whip your head around to look at her - is she...?

You watch as she flushes, obvious against the red of her hair and the freckles on her face, and grips the table tight with a small moan.

She's having an episode, you think in horror. Here? In front of everyone? As you're scrambling to think of what to do, you see Zahir drop from his chair under the table. You think he must have dropped something, but...

You feel something moving next to your leg under the table. In panic and confusion you turn to Aunt Lydia, perhaps to get her out of this room, but you notice she's leaning back more comfortably in her chair, her legs spreading under the tablecloth, her neck arching back. Her hands are ghosting over her breasts.

Is she...? Is Zahir...?

Nobody else around the table seems to notice or care, but you can't take your eyes off Aunt Lydia. She sees you staring, and after a moment raises the heavy tablecloth covering her legs so you can take a good look.

Zahir is on his knees under the table, his face buried between Aunt Lydia's legs.

You stare, slack jawed, as he licks her bare pussy under the dinner table, sloppy and wet and looking for the world like he's loving every minute. You see him spreading her lips apart with his thumbs, suckling her clit into his mouth, hooded eyes looking right up at her as shakes and sighs.

You hear her mumble "almost... come on love..." as she drops a hand down to grip his hair, seemingly pulling him deeper as she cants her hips a little. You're too shocked to take in much, but you catch a glimpse of something colourful down there as well... does Aunt Lydia have something... inside her...?

You watch, slack jawed, as your aunt begins panting softly, grinding her pussy into Zahir's face as he eats her out with abandon. You can feel your panties soaking through, your body slowly heating up at the show. It's not as urgent as it was earlier, but it's definitely stirring.

Aunt Lydia throws back her head and lets out a soft whine as she cums in Zahir's mouth, her thighs clamping around his head as he licks her through her orgasm.

You watch as she slowly relaxes, petting his head softly and smiling down at him. He smiles back at her and pulls back, reappearing in his seat at the table as if nothing much happened.

You watch in awe as the rest of the table carries on as thought nothing happened. Aunt Lydia came at the table, Zahir's lips are swollen and shiny, his hair is a mess, surely the others saw?

Dinner continues, and you'd doubt what you witnessed except... J's left hand has strayed toward's Zahir's crotch. You can't see anything happening, but he's flushed as he talks to Angelica across the table and there's a rhythmic movement to J's arm. By the time dessert arrives, he's abandoned conversation entirely and is bucking his hips, head bowed. You watch transfixed as J's arm moves faster, and he goes stiff before grunting out as, you realise, he cums as well.

"Nice!" You hear Polly tease from across the table. Zahir lifts his flushed face and pokes his tongue out at her, grinning.

Oh. You realise. Everyone at this table knows. They don't seem to care.

By the time dinner wraps up, you're feeling it. The need is coiling in your belly and your skin feels incredibly sensitive. Time to go.