” I walked over to him and knelt, leaving my hands on his thighs. “Why don't I take care of this, and then we'll see what you want. There's no rus.... It's just us. All weekend if you want.” Again I leaned forward and our lips met, at first a touch hesitantly, but then more firmly, almost… tender. I broke off and moved my kisses to his chin, his neck, his collar bone… down across the hairs on his chest, further to his belly and finally, and with excruciating slowness, I took his swollen head into. " "I'd really like to hear it." "We don't always get what we want." "The Rolling Stones." "What?" "The Rolling Stones, they sang a song called, 'You Can't Always Get What You Want.' I may be young but I'm not ignorant." Smiling, I said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to imply that you were ignorant. And yes, I know the song very well. I'm old." "You're not all that old and frankly I'm finding you very interesting." "And I'm certain you're very interesting too, but I'm sorry, tonight I'm not looking. Angel enjoyed them looking at her too.Then she had him do the heart on her tit. At first she only uncovered the titthat was being tattooed, but as things progressed she bared both of her titsfor everyone to look at while she got her tattoo done. She was so much of an exhibitionist that she really wanted her tits exposed fully.After her tattoos were finished 1 of the guys asked her to show off her newtattoos. Angel was kind of hesitant, but after a little coaxing from all theother guys she. She led me through to the kitchen removing her coat as she walked past a row of hooks and inviting me to do the same. She stopped and turned to me, I looked up into her eyes. ‘We could have something stronger than coffee if you’d prefer?’ ‘Well, it is Friday.’ She smiled and led me back down the hallway to her sitting room. She lit a fire that was already layed in the hearth and went to a cabinet, suggesting I sit which I did, smoothing my long, dark blue skirt under my arse. She made a sort of.