Then i got it. But Vanessa woke up! She saw me on top of her and was about to scream. I covered her mouth with my hand. "Shhhhhhh", i told her. "It's ...ot what you think, i was just trying to get a blanket thats all." She was beginning to calm down and took my hand off her, got the blanket and was going to leave her room but then she whispered, " Get over here, sit down next to me. " I knew was i wasnt going hear the end of it. Vanessa sat up and told me, "Take your shirt and pants off, leave. People started arriving at about 3:00 pm and the drinks started flowing. Most everyone was enjoying the drinks while Jen refrained, and I, being in charge of the grill, went slow on what I was drinking. At about 7:00 everyone was enjoying ribs, brisket, chicken and all the trimmings and even more drinks. At about 9:30 we put on our swim suits and climbed into the above ground pool in the back yard and relaxed and watched the fireworks. All the while Jen was leaning against me and I was rubbing. For a week her only visitors were other women, who applied a sort of lubricant to those very sore 'charlies', slowly the pain disappeared but when she finally fronted the mutilation in the mirror she broke down. So marked was she that it was a mark that would forever remain, no skin grafts would ever remove the mark, it was so deeply engraved. Each tit bore the shape of an axe, luckily she was heavily endowed in the tit section so that the axe symbol didn't appear so big, but it was a mark that. I carefully untangled myself from her arms and legs, went and drained the lizard, then carefully crawled back in bed.As I lay back down, Ginger was on her side, with the sheet covering the lower breast, leaving the other one exposed. I could not stop myself from cupping it and gently squeezing. I ran my thumb lightly over her nipple, which was not erect. Well, not yet, as she moaned a bit and her nipple started waking up.This was starting to excite me, so I lowered my head and took her nipple.