Sure, a pierced belly button. That wouldn't be so bad."The tongue..." Tongue?" Yes, and also ... um..." he leaned in closer and whispered in my ear. "...unt lips." Where?" I swear I hadn't heard him correctly.He just looked down at my crotch. My eyes turned as round as saucers. "You mean??"He just nodded.And so I found my self at the piercing and body-tattoo parlor. It was one that Carla had recommended, run by a woman, actually, strictly for other women.After I got my belly button pierced, I. She would sleep in my sister's room on her futon in the room right above mine. Friday night we ended up being the last ones awake because we were watching a movie in my room, aka making out. We were getting pretty hot and heavy when my parents came by and said they were going upstairs to bed and Ash needed to be pretty close behind. By that point we had gotten really good at breaking off the make-out sessions in a hurry - which is what we did when we heard them getting close. We told them that. Adding muscle mass was an attractive idea.Very professionally, Tony evaluated my strength and set up a program. “I’m going to start you with what we call basic movements, first to gain flexibility in your major muscle groups, and then to build muscle mass. We’ll start with alternating days for all parts, and then go to 6-day splits, half the groups on each day.“Let me demonstrate. Bench presses for the chest. Lat pulldowns for the back. Leg presses on the machine, plus calf raises. Triceps. If that doesn't work, then there's plan b, well I think about plan b, later. I put on my sexiest bra, a three-quarter, uplift one, I bought to go to a party some time ago and a pair of thong knickers, under my tightest Jeans. Well it all seemed to work ok, for I was getting some good reactions from the guys as I walked past them. Unfortunately, I don't see him. So it on to plan b; at this point in time, I have no idea what plan b, is yet.I lay naked on my bed, I spread my legs wide and pushed.