“Yea, they usually are. But no worries, with you shutting her up, maybe she’ll put more energy into her handjobs.” The gentleman on her left say..., using her hand as his cocksleeve for the time being. He thrusts his hips back and forth, holding her wrist still while finding the most pleasurable rhythm.“Aww, come on, guys, cut her some slack! After all, it’s her first time.” The gentleman on the right comments, pleading on her behalf for his compadres to show some compassion and lighten up.. They must be size D or E. That I love huge boobs. And that I love her full thighs.Pat smiled at me. She found me a sweetheart. She suggested that we would have a swim in the swimming pool.I told Pat that I loved to swim with her. I had one problem. I did not bring my bikini. Pat laughed at me.She said to me that I would be naked as I was swimming with her. She found it perfect. She would be naked too. She hoped I did not mind.I did not mind. We walked to the garden. There was the swimming pool.. I scanned the drawing of the wings and digitally placed them on the picture of her back. The I roughly drew in the connecting veins and tendons to the base of her skull. With Natasha's input I manipulated the images to her liking. She commented how wonderful it was to be able to see what it would look like before the ink went into the skin. I asked her when she would like to get the work done and she said that she had another question. I said sure and she asked about the pain. I said tattooing. She had asked me before if I liked a clean shaven pussy.Trust me, girls, guys don’t line the bushes on your vagina. It’s the meal that is tasty and worth eating. But a lady is more appreciated if she takes efforts too for the opportunity. Her pussy was cleanly shaven too. I kissed her clit. She started shivering and moaning. Simultaneously I started fingering her.She was holding a pillow to lower the moans. She came hard. The nectar of her pussy was sweet. She rested for a while and then moved.