“Oh, please don’t stop Mary; I’m just about to come again.” Hazel’s orgasm squeezed the last drops of sperm out of her pussy, and Mary clean...d her again. “You have a very soft touch, Mary. I shall need your help to make sure that my tattoos heal properly. And I will need you to help me shave myself as I can’t let my hairs grow back now. Now, would you help me up, please?” Mary helped her to stand up. Now that the shock of seeing Hazel’s tattoos had worn off, she realised that Hazel’s breasts. That was where I was when I heard the knock at the door. Knowing it was probably Lisa, I yelled, at least as much as the pounding in my head would allow, “It’s open!”“Where are you?” she called out.“Bathroom,” I groaned. “Give me a mi...” And then whatever might have been left of anything I had eaten earlier in the day decided to make a return appearance.She gasped at the sound of the vomiting and hurried into the bathroom. “Oh, my God, are you okay?”“Migraine.” My voice slurred as I uttered. My bare legs shivered, and I began to pull the covers down. My father’s entire body went stiff and he began to make a sound I never heard before, he was letting a loud grunt come out of his mouth. The small circle of moisture on the tip of the tent became a huge wet spot, and he sounded as if he were going to wake up. So I got on my hands and knees and crawled from his room. When I reached my bedroom I got up and climbed in my bed. I let my hand reach down and touch my PUSSY, and I touched it.. However, as relationships develop, so do routines, and what was once exciting became mundane. We needed more adventure in our life.My glass empty, I considered one last refill before going back to my room for a lonely session with my right hand and the porn channel when I glanced up at the bar where a couple sat. Both were beautiful and, judging by their intimacy, were clearly very much into each other. At that moment, the woman looked up and caught me staring at what can only be described as.