"Um, I really want that tattoo." She glanced at him from under pale lashes and folded her arms across her narrow chest. "Will you do it for sex?" "You...want to fuck me for a tattoo?" His smile was thin-lipped and without humor. I hate this kind of shit. Despite his annoyance, pity crept through his heart. It wasn't as if she had much else to offer. "Yes." She blinked, eyes wide, caught off guard by his deliberate rudeness. "Sex for a tattoo." He cocked his head to one side in slight confusion.. I knew that it was not true. Something was wrong with him. And I finally figured it out. He was my top conservative friend who did his first masturbation session to a pair of fake tits yesterday. “Is it about her fake melons?” “No!” His answer was short. But after few seconds he said: “They are not so fake, don’t you think so?” “They are totally fake, it is so obvious! And as I told you they are not full with milk, believe me!” At very that moment I understood that he looked for my approval to. As it turned out, their suite was on the second floor directly above ours. Karl and Tanya were 28 and 29. Our youngest son was 31 at the time.In the course of our chitchat, Mrs G told them that I was always pestering her to vacation at the nudist resort next door. Karl took me aside and asked why I wanted to go there. I told him I was interested in getting an all-over tan (Lie) and making some naked friends (Truth). He then confided that they had hoped to meet a couple to have an erotic. Her hands came round to the front of me and she gently rubbed at the bulge in my trousers. I breathed deep as I felt her touch and whispered "So long I've waited for this" She looked at me and smiled. I then moved swiftly and swept her off her feet and then lay her on the bed. I then stood up and looked down at her, looking at the gorgeous curves from her ankles to her bright eyes staring back at me. I touched her calves and run my hand gently up her legs and under her skirt where I grasped.