I know you would like that, wouldn't you?"If Dale nodded his head any harder he would hurt himself. Jill wasted no time getting her brother naked. She...had never been this horny before in her brief fifteen year life. Jill admired her brothers six inch erection. It looked both longer and fatter than Roger's prick had. She laid down next to her brother on the bed.She took Dale's hand putting it on one of her breast swells, pulled his head up to her other tit. "Suck my nipple Dale." She begged as. Then they spent the next fifty years with the name of an ex tattooed in their flesh as an eternal reminder of their foolishness.”“Do you plan to become our ex,” I whispered. She pressed her face against my shoulder as she shook her head.“But I’ll be the only one with a tattoo. I’m the only one old enough.”“That’s not true. Emily is old enough. Nanette. Sophie doesn’t dare get a tattoo because it would end her dancing career. The thing is, I think it’s a personal decision. I don’t think we can. She had a cute dusky face with a modern hairdo. She had worn minimal makeup to look all-natural.I was now a bit nervous as I didn’t know what they were into. We started talking and got a bit comfortable. The husband offered me a drink and I readily accepted to let go of my nervousness.After a while, we started opening up and sharing our fantasies and experiences. They were looking on spicing up their sex life so they were looking for a discreet and genuine guy or girl. But when they stumbled. She'd experimented with women in her college days, usually with a man or men there, but it hadn't been her main thing. After the fourth or fifth temporary relationship folded, she'd wandered into a bar one rainy nigh and gone home with C. C who'd followed her to Seattle. C of the pale blond hair, pale gray eyes. Of the 'need some space for myself to grow in.' C, who insisted on monogamy, but who slept around.Like the song said: Looks that would let her get away.She rolled over in the hottest.