I forced away the image of my father’s face and pictured Sven. That cocky grin, his thick, blonde hair so perfect for running my hands through, his ...old chin that I loved to nibble on, his lean and muscular body, not brawny like a warrior, but dangerous. He had a grace about his movements, fingers dexterous.So dexterous.He knew how to play with my pussy. How to touch me, stroke me.I mimicked the naughty things he’d done to my cunt. The way he would dance his fingers across my snatch. I. The day was hot and sunny and promised to become more so. Neither of us cared a bit about the summer heat. We were as excited as young children about going our first houseboat adventure.No doubt we packed, bought and stored far more of everything than we would ever use but the excitement of our trip canceled out any frustration about our numerous purchases. Beth Ann and I carefully stocked the fridge and cabinets with things we thought we'd like to snack on between meals. It was our hope that. I snatched up my camera and began to film us (I love to watch myself kissing a naked man!), then set it down and let it film as we kissed while wanking each other and stroking each other's nipples again. We became more and more passionate and I told him to stand so I could suck him; he did so and then he was sliding his cock into my mouth. It felt so look good to have another man's penis in my mouth again, the first in a year. He gently mouth fucked me as I vacuum sucked him then I stood so we. Last year, after our k**s had moved out and onto a life of their own, Gin told me that she wanted to get a tattoo and have some piercings. She explained that she wanted a big tattoo on her left breast and both nipples pierced and rings put in them. I already had a tattoo on my upper right arm (got it before meeting Gin), and I thought about for a few seconds and agreed, she should do it if she wanted. I then asked her if she knew what she wanted to get tattooed on her left breast and she said.