He looked back at her pussy. There, in the hollow of her carriage joint just beside the distended puff of her sex was her one imperfection: a birth ma...k like a wine stain. It was about the size of a half dollar coin. It was the reason she’d earned the name.Why do they call you Stain, he’d asked her once.Cuz of the birthmark, she said.Who the fuck ever started calling you Stain?My brother, she’d said.How did your brother know... ?She’d turned her head away and he left it at that. It wasn’t her. So, Amy, if you're reading this, I love you honey, and you're a brat! I was glad that Amy offered to help by calling a doctor. I really didn't want to leave my husband's side. Patrick and I have known each other for 17 years, and except for one brief weekend shortly after we met, I have never been with anyone else. We knew almost immediately that we were meant to be together. The brief weekend consisted of my last fling with my old boyfriend and Patrick's roommate, while Samantha, Robert's. Our drinks were finished and with the dancing we soon both were hot, and Marc took me to the bar to buy me another drink. We exchanged numbers as we stood by the bar, and then my cousin arrived. She introduced herself to Marc and then apologized to him, after finding out if he has my number, that shes stealing me to go to the bathroom. As I walked off, I gave him a flirtatious kiss on the cheek, and whispered into his ear, chat soon handsome. Once we were in the bathroom, I thanked Kelly as I. We live on a street close to the highway on ramp and I knew there was a layby further along the road that often had cars parked in it late at night. I was dark with no street lights, so was only illuminated by the lights of the cars through the trees, so was an ideal beat location, especially as it had a small mound of dirt with a screen overlooking some wetlands. This combination meant it had many discreet hiding spots. The other plus benefit was it is only a few minutes’ drive away so I set.