So I accidentally knock my water glass to the floor, switching the attention over to me. After the epic dinner and more wine we clean up the table and...mingle. I notice that Cora slips out to the bathroom. The door is open and she is leaned over the sink, resting her face in her hands. I go in, close and lock the door quietly. I go behind her, her eyes never leaving mine through the mirror. Have you any idea how hot you made me back there..? She whispers. Shhh… She havent noticed that Ive. Maybe we should all get religious tattoos to symbolize our ideals. Things like freedom, justice, equality, etc.“Instead of going to a church every Sunday that preaches that a man executed two thousand years ago will send you to a burning sulphur lake forever if you don’t believe his bizarre story, we will teach and preach that if you want to be more righteous, you should reach out to your neighbors, give to the poor, and listen to others’ perspectives. If we do that, though, I’ll need to get us. I got up and headed for the door, when snaping fingers got my attetion. I looked at Scott, and he signed again to me. Observe. Secret. Follow me. I followed him into their bedroom. The lights were off and we could hear voices through the balcony door. The wall was solid glass with blinds covering top to bottom. The voices stopped and we froze. Nothing. We slowly approached the blinds. We each took a blind pulled it back so there was a crack the was barley percievable. The scene unfolding on the. Her beautiful 36 DD breasts were barely contained by her tiny purple bikini top. Her eight inch chocolate she cock was snuggled nicely inside her skimpy bikini bottoms. If you were not a close personal friend of hers you would have never known what lie hidden inside her tiny bikini bottom. She lazily ran a purple painted fingernail up her soft luscious leg. She slipped her six inch heels off for a moment to run her finger over her toes that were painted to match her razor sharp painted.