I try to go and sit near them, look at them and have fun. But things haven’t gone good for me till yesterday.Yesterday also I was roaming for 15 min...and was looking at a couple. There was a lady around 40 years old wearing a pink saree with nice structure. I was looking at her. She too knew that and was looking at me even when her husband was sitting next to her. But suddenly both of them got up and gone somewhere. I thought of having a tea and come back, roam for another ten min and go catch. Her toes wiggled sensuously as the fuck-tension filled her loins. With a groan, she hooked her fingers inside the waistband of the boy's swim briefs and hauled them down. His cock sprang out and hit her in the face. It was steaming and sweaty, and it reeked of pussy. Her heart slamming, she grabbed it with two hands and devoured it, her lips sliding down his veiny cockshaft until blond pubic hairs tickled them.Shawn moaned, his eyes rolling deliriously as his stepsister tongued and munched his. " "Nothing." Her brows furrowed slightly. "Nothing?" He nodded. "Not a damn thing." She wasn't sure if he was joking or not, then hereyebrows went up. "Inheritance?" she said, trying to conceal her excitementbut failing. Mike gave a little chuckle. "Nope. I'm a freelanceconsultant for about a dozen companies." "Really? What kind of consultant? What do you do?" "Like I said, not a damn thing. They pay me andI cash the checks, and I don't do a thing." Now she seemed confused. "Then what are they. “I know a perfect place to put your ink on!” She said excitedly. “I can put it on your pubic mound! That way the only people that would know you had a tattoo is me, you and anyone that past third base with you!”I laughed at her corny joke but thought that would be a great place because she was right about who would be able to see the tattoo.She had me come around the counter and took me to one of the private rooms she had in the shop. Once we got in the room she shut the door and set her work.