She closed her eyes and imagined herself covered in ink, every inch of her tattooed with messages proclaiming her to be a slut, a whore, a piece of me...t for men to fuck.As she came around her hand, a slow smile spread across Abigail's face. She had a plan.Her first tattoo idea had been small. Classy. She'd always liked bluebirds, and the image of one permanently on her shoulder made her smile.On the way to the parlour, however, her mind had started wandering. She wasn't just getting the tattoo. Oh My: Penthouse and Playboy. I found some of my 1970s Centerfolds in an old book I had as a teen. They are still HOT! I was not sure why but I knew what I liked. I still love muff diving! I can breathe thru my ears. Somehow???? I found a pair of my Moms pantyhose. I was intrigued! At first, I just sniffed the crotch. One day I tried them on and boy was it GREAT. I could have pounded a 10 penny nail threw 2 feet of concrete with my pecker! I came so hard that my face, tits and the wall were. She was squatting and holding Cathy's head on her leg, washing her, and whispering to her.Later, when she had jokingly, HE THOUGHT, expressed a desire to have sex, he hadn't really taken her seriously. BOY!!! WAS HE WRONG!!! He had misunderstood what she was saying, and had thought she was talking about sexual encounters. Billy had told him of her interest, but she was gone, and he didn't have a chance to apologize to her for his failure to understand. Luckily, the next day, she had returned,. "I nodded and cleaned my bowl."And she has been allowing her girls to entertain British subalterns in her home, bring them right into the house, sit and chat, play games, and I don't know what all. It's a disgrace." She handed me a note. "Take this to her and do what you can for her. She needs a man about the place, I'm sure of that."Still inflamed by the morning's exercise, I saddled my mare and took to the road. By noon I had found the small farm, introduced myself to the charming lady of the.