Ree'al removed the honor marks, then cleaned and sharpened the blades. The blades were old, slightly pitted with age, but they were beautiful blades, ...ith less curvature than modern blades. Ree'al estimated them to be several hundred years old."May I see the honor marks?" Lady Apala asked."Yes, of course. Here."The honor marks were gold, stamped with a series of symbols. "They're beautiful," she said. "Is this Sulvaran writing?" No, it's not. The honor marks are as old as our country. They may. I don’t have any tattoos either,” confirmed Rockie.“Jen has a tattoo,” said Cile.“I know. I saw it.”“Why don’t you have any tattoos?” asked Cile.“It’s just my personal choice. My skin is darker than Jen’s and I can’t imagine anything that I would want permanently tattooed onto my body.”“Not even JR’s name or initials?” Katie teased.“Not even that,” said Rockie, “and before you ask, I wouldn’t do it even if he tattooed my name on his body. He can do what he wants with his body, but I hope he. Before I know it John has moved to his knees with Tammy and they’re making out. Tammy’s hand is still stroking my cock, John’s hand is now massaging my balls and inner thighs, and I feel like I’m going to explode any second. NO! I think to myself, don’t blow this! Then, there it is, I knew it was coming, John leans forward from his knees and takes my cock from Tammy’s hand. I made eye contact with him, his dark eyes looking up from under sandy hair. His hand moved up and down my cock. It felt. He also felttired. Very tired. The fatigue he was experiencing was morelike that after spending an entire day hiking, or golfing,or anything of the sort that has you moderately active foran entire day. He looked at the bed, and without a secondthought flopped face first onto it. His silliness was rewarded with a sharp knife of painfrom his chest. He cried out from the unexpecteddiscomfort, but quickly dismissed it as it went away assoon as he turned to his side. He had intended to turn onthe.