We sat and talked. Midway through talking, I reached down and lifted up Jane's right foot. Without thinking about it, I started to massage her foot. A... first Jane was “Steve, what are you doing” but she let me continue on massaging her feet. As I massaged, Jane let it out that she wished her husband would do this, it was so relaxation for her. After feeling the heat from the attic, Jane climbed down, and I finished up the boxes. Once I got done, and cleaned up, I closed up the stairs. Jane was. I knew he liked it so I doubled my efforts for only a minute or so before he pulled my face deep into his crotch and began pumping load after load of scalding hot, thick, salty, tasty cum straight down my throat. Because my throat muscles were trying to swallow it all, his hot cum was pushed back into my mouth where I could taste it and the rest went straight into my stomach.I passed out, I guess from lack of oxygen and when I came to, I was kneeling on all fours. I felt a finger probing my ass. We continued to kiss as her hands found their way to my hardening dick and started to stroke again she didn’t object as hands roamed up under her negligee and started to caress her breasts, rolling the nipple between two fingers she let out a soft moan while she was alternating between stroking me and caressing my balls, she said she loved the effect she was having on me. I responded by moving a hand down and start to rub her pussy. She moaned a little louder as I slipped a finger inside her. ) On top it was teased for volume.When it was done Li said her head looked like a vulgar Japanese rock star, of ambiguous gender, rocking a degenerate take on the “classic Joan Jett look, but with longer hair.”I said, “That’s the ticket.”Then came the tattoo. Li has no tats but I wanted to add something distinctive and memorable, so I gave her some dramatic choices for temporary art. She picked a dragon, a skinny Chinese dragon with a snakelike body that was in a loose coil, done in red. We.