At the dinner party, ponderous literature professor Clarissa continued her negative diatribe regarding cliches like “Ignorance is bliss”, “A perfect storm”, “Follow your nose”.

“That last example can be most appropriate,” piped up feisty Tori.

“Really? When?” sneered Clarissa patronisingly.

“During Cunnilingus,” replied Tori, eliciting much ribald chuckling among the diners.

Tori grinned as she discreetly fondled Clarissa’s husband Jack’s erect cock under his dinner-napkin.

She oozed prolific juices as she recalled the erotic language Jack had used to describe her sexual aroma as he skilfully tongued her clit that afternoon in bed, while Clarissa was pontificating at the conference.