" By then I had been playing with my clit so hard and fast I was beginning to get a cramp. I didn't care though, I continued fucking my own pussy."Oh,...that ass feel so good on daddy's cock. Ooh, Sahsha, you make me feel so good. Fuck me baby, throw that ass on me, oh yeah oh my oh god yes, yes, yes, fuck me, Sahsha, fuck me good." Damn was this good; too good, I was seconds from cumming. "Oh, daddy, oh yes this cock is so good, daddy. I'm cumming, daddy, I'm cumming nowwww!" Oh yeah, cum for. .." he leaned in closer and whispered in my ear. "Cunt lips." Where?" I swear I hadn't heard him correctly.He just looked down at my crotch. My eyes turned as round as saucers. "You mean??"He just nodded.And so I found my self at the piercing and body-tattoo parlor. It was one that Carla had recommended, run by a woman, actually, strictly for other women.After I got my belly button pierced, I went out and purchased a flirty halter top which showed my bare midriff. You would have thought I had. Most weekends they skyped. Henry and Samantha were unable to have heart to heart conversations because Marty was always present but Henry decided that he liked him and relaxed.A year after they married Samantha flew home for a week on business but managed to tag a weekend on at each end. Fortunately Henry had another spell of London Duties so they were together in the London flat for a while. He had to be careful not to hog her over the weekends even though they did ride and walk the dogs. "Hi, Lydia." "Tiff," I whine, "I'm so bored; I don't know what to do!" My restlessness makes me pace the length of the short hallway between the living room and my own room many times as we talk. "So why don't you do what you always do when you're bored," Tiff suggests with a chuckle. For some reason, my mind isn't allowing me to come to the same conclusion as she obviously has, so my incredibly intelligent and witty response becomes: "Hurgh?" I know, I'm a genius... "Attack yourself.