I was a bit nervous about how Dave would react when he saw it. I shouldn’t have worried; he loved it and was turned on when I told him who did it. ...he next day after the girls told everyone what I did, the guys all wanted to see my tattoo. They pestered me all day and finally just before it was time to leave, I called them into my office and unbuttoned my blouse. Of course, they had to get close to “see it.” Someone asked me to move my bra so they could see the whole butterfly. I didn’t. >,Two small kids ran by her and knocked her basket out of her hand making the fruit fall to the ground. Vilen looked at them and watched them run off as if they hadnt done anything. Vilen sighed and knelt down and put the oranges in her basket and looked up as an other set of hands helped her. >,The woman was old. Maybe her fiftys and her hair was a silvery white. Her eyes a deep blue. She smiled at vilen. And as they last of the oranges where picked up she spoke to her. Her voice was soft.. The clothes fell on the floor and I breathed heavily as his hands grabbed my breast hard. He cupped them in his palms and whispered in my ears “you’re so perfect for me and wanna make you mine tonight!”. I smiled and nodded. He swept me off my feet and lay me on the bed. He took his shirt off and with no time waste; he pulled my pants off with my panties. I knew he was so horny at that point as I saw his bulge raising pleading to get out of his pants. He teased me with his tongue on my pussy. She rushed down the stairs and cracked open the front door. Sure enough, standing on the front porch was Bobby Martin in his usual colored T-shirt, jeans, and jogging shoes. Bobby was quiet k**, very quiet, and as anyone who is around him could quickly tell, very shy. Although he was not very athletic he had the average build and looks of young man coming into full adulthood. Bobby was a little over 6 feet tall and had brown hair with a reddish tinge, an obvious contribution from his mother.