Please understand. I accidentally picked the wrong tattoo. It was dark. I thought i was pointing at a red heart.” Lucy stammered another lie.“you ...ent to a tattoo parlor? You had them tattoo your privates? Some tattoo artist touched your privates?” George was outraged and stormed out.Lucy heard the door slam. A car screeched away and she wept most of the night. George returned the next day, moved his clothes into the spare bedroom and refused to speak to her or listen to her.She went around in. We talk and they watch, I put my drink down and swim across the pool, my cunt is wet as the both watch me and I spread my legs a little so that they can see that I could possibly be ready for some fun.After a while I get out and sit with them, Rob is fully dressed but my husband and I are naked, I ask Rob if he feels conspicuous being fully dressed and asked would he like to strip off and join us. He nods, stands up and starts removing his clothes, it is funny to see his cock rock hard as he. ”The two toughs looked at her. They looked at their friend, who was clutching at his arm. The upper end of it flopped – a stomach churning sight.They grabbed their friend, helping him to his feet and away.Dey turned and hurried off.And, unnoticed by her, a figure on the rooftop of the apartment building that boardered the alleyway stood.“Very interesting,” she said.The municipal spaceport of Liberty looked and was organized like a brick. It was perched, by necessity, at the edge of the city and. Curly black hair, green eyes, five foot nine, 44 DD Cups and plump belly and ass. She has developed an insatiable sexual curiosity, and is interested in trying out new things.She occasionally sends me e-mails of her latest adventures, which I combine, clean up and turn into a story for her. In exchange she allows me to repost where I wish. She swears all this is true, I have only her word for it though, so read at your own discretion...I finally did it! I\'ve been saying for a while I wanted to.