’ ‘Can’t have that.’ Ryan smiled and reached up to kiss him. ‘Come on.’ He nudged her out of the kitchen. She sighed. ‘I guess you shoul...n’t carry me.’ ‘Probably not. I’m only cleared for light exercise.’ He gave her a rueful smile and she was stunned into silence for a minute. ‘Oh, you think you’re so funny.’ Ryan moved scowled, fighting not to laugh after Brody started. ‘I think I’ll skip the surprise I had planned for you.’ She crossed her arms in front of her. ‘No, no, don’t do that.’ Brody. She watched as Everet looked her up and down then made a circle motion with his finger. Anna prayed he did not notice the tattoo on the inside of her left calf. Suddenly she felt a sharp pain right where the tattoo was “Care to tell me why jar heads are pussies?” Everet asked her. Anna hung her head in shame as she replied, “I had an ex-boyfriend who was an ex-Marine, he did some fucked up shit to me so I got the tattoo to piss him off”. “Okay, come Wednesday, you better have a cover up tattoo. ...''getting in the shower with me, myself trying to hide my cock with my hand ''you seriously think i dont know you been wanking all night looking at porn, instead of studying''''take your hand away, im tired of you always wanking , things gonna change ''''you gonna become a good boy from now on''her big tities rubbing on my facetaking me out of the shower pointing at my present on the sink counteri open it and didnt understandshe took the blueue pale plastic thing with white stars on itand i. The cameraman warned me that her "Tazmanian Devil" tattoo was a bit goofy. Why ruin such perfect pale skin with a cartoon inked on probably during some sort of drunken debauchery, but what it stood for in her case made absolute sense. She was a wild one, openly flirtatious, and very comfortable in her smooth skin and slinky promiscuity. Fairly short, the kind of girl often referred to as a "spinner". So in a way that deserves credit for providing truth in advertising, the tat suited her just.