The days seemed to drag, but soon enough the Saturday came.We spent the morning shopping for underwear, buying a very expensive tiny black bra and pan...ies set, seamed stockings, suspender belt and a pair of gorgeous black six inch heels. A figure hugging black dress to wear over the lingerie, just long enough not to be too slutty, but short enough to show off her shapely thighs.When we got home, I ran her a bath and afterwards watched her shave her legs, armpits and pussy, leaving her trademark. My wife and Shannon both laugh. After skinny dipping my wife and I go to our tent and I get to do what I love best, which also my wife loves and is for me to lick and suck her pussy and clit. She loves to sit on my face and let me lick and suck her to orgasm. I know she enjoys this more then fucking it self, becuase very rarely do I get to fuck her with out first having my tongue bring her to an orgasm. Friday morning I am an early riser, due to the fact I have get up early for work. So. When he saw this tattoo, he would probably throw her out. Still, it was too late to stop now, she might as well get the tattoo finished. At least she would be pleased with it, even if her husband was not.She lay back and pulled her knees up. Paul started again, pulling her inner labia apart and working deep inside the opening of her vagina. Mary screamed. The needles passed over her urethra. This was too much, and she wet herself. Paul put down the machine, and dried her with a towel. “Can I. Smokes!” I groaned, just as Anne creamed herself on my cock and Samuel’s, causing both of us to cum inside her in short order.We clearly needed to talk, but with work hours coming early, would we even have the time for that? Maybe, maybe not, but my money was on the latter right now. There was still far too much of a workload. The only reason why we even had any time at all, even as officers, for this, was due to the end of the Battle of Winston-Salem and the surrender of the Klan.“We need to.