" I said, searching for some elusive words to persuadeBecky that sharing my "prettiness" with the world at this stage wasn'tnecessarily a good idea. H...wever whatever argument I was about to comeup with became lost in the mist of perfume that Becky sprayed on, andaround, me.Becky inhaled deeply and said "I do love it when you smell just likeme."And that was that. Before I knew it the door of the salon was beinglocked behind us and Becky was linking her arm in mine and striding outpurposefully. But I stayed very close. I saw the love and joy in those eyes and face that used to be mine. It warmed my heart."Are you mad at me Stacy?" I asked.She frowned at me, "Mad for what?" Kara made a noise then Stacy looked down. "For having a baby? No. That is your body now. You could do almost anything with it you want." Almost anything," I asked.She looked sternly into my eyes, "I don't want to see any tattoos on that body ever. Piercings yes, but tattoos no. That's my one condition for you if you. “Thank you for the meal, Naomi. It was very good.”“I enjoyed not eating by myself for a change,” she reminded me. “You’ve still got some wine, so relax. It’s early yet,” she said with a subtle smile.I agreed, not really anxious to end a pleasant evening. I’d been nursing a glass of red wine and it was getting near the end. Before I could protest, she topped up my glass, then hers.“There, that will give a little more time to get to know each other better,” she smiled seductively.Seductively? Is. Uhhhh huhhh uhhaaaaa...," she yelled as I felt the tight walls of her pussy contacting around my cock. The contractions basically milked me, and as the last waves of her orgasm subsided mine started and I wrapped my arms and legs around her body as I let loose inside her.I felt wave after wave splash against her cervix, I swear it was the biggest load I've ever had. I felf her pussy contract as she came again, my orgasm was so strong, I nearly passed out, but Grace's sudden screams of pleasure.