She held the skirt, torn lingerie and towel in one hand, her purse in the other and walked into the house. Almost 3:00, she had an hour before Cheryl...would be here. "Please don't be early," Brenda said out loud. Brenda put her purse down in the kitchen and started upstairs. She walked into the master bedroom, locked the door behind her and went into the bathroom. She dropped the ruined garments and towel on the floor. Then she looked at herself in the mirror She was quite a sight. Dried cum. I could imagine her wrestling with herself. She'd gone on and on about how it would turn her on to be forcibly tattooed. Now that it was happening, she was having second thoughts. It was too late, it was happening.When the tattoo was done, I had him tape a gauze cotton pad over it. I'd actually had him tattoo a pin-up type girl there, long and thin, wearing a sailor cap and not much else, but Tiffany didn't need to know that. I wanted her to live with the fear that someone would see her. It was two young men walking, one pushing a bicycle. They might or might not see my wife, I thought so didn’t panic too much. I put my cock away and waited to see what happened. I think the two guys actually saw me at first, which probably made them wonder what I was doing lying down on the far river bank alone. They then caught sight of my wife. I had decided by now to see what would happen, so did nothing to alert my wife to their presence. My wife was totally absorbed by now , oblivious to. No orals nothing fancy,but pure love and ecstasy..I felt myself completely in her and as I pushed it in her she sighed with a aaaaaahhhhhhhhh..soft and supple…I pushed and gauged more depth in her pussy with my penis and she pushed herself more open engulfing the full meat into her…”you’re big she whispered in my ear and your deep my love,I whispered as a natural response to her…we explored each other for another couple of minutes…as she rose her leg there was small sounds made by her trinkets.
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