She then registers her own orgasm building up from the continued thrusting of my cock which has now become more rapid and urgent. My hand is her pussy... It’s all I have right now, but its her pussy nevertheless. I take my hand off my cock and raise the camera, click, click, click. I expect it to droop quickly but it doesn’t. Click, click, click, click. Fuck, I realise I have not touched my cock in about 15 seconds and I am cumming. Normally I wank to the end, but not now. Now its cumming all on. I will never leave you and I’ve made a pact: I will love you and care for you for ever. That’s also just a fact. It transcends reason. I think we all bear our scars, some seen and some invisible. You have yours, I have mine. Somehow, when we are together, mine don’t seem so deep or important. I think it’s the transformational power of how I feel, and that’s a fact too. I remember saying to you once, ‘What does one do about gravity, it’s just a fact.’ The only reasonable answer: one weaves facts. ” “Can I see?” said Betty. Wendy pulled her dress over her head. Although Mary had just seen her getting her pussy tattooed, it was still quite a shock to see it again. Betty looked at it closely. “I must say that Paul does some good work, if you two are anything to go by. I would certainly like to come back with you to watch the other two getting theirs done. Linda says it will be well worth seeing a proper tattooist at work. I’ve only seen her doing cosmetic tattooing in here before.”Wendy. "Refill your coffee and grab a seat; we've got a group meeting in fifteen minutes," Sheila announced as she excused herself to prepare for the gathering. I set off to the kitchen looking for fresh coffee. Ready or not, a new day was getting underway.It's a fundamental law of the universe: staff meetings seldom begin on time, and the Liberty Mountain assembly was no exception. Significant numbers of sisters hadn't taken a seat at the conference table yet. Start time came and went as Sheila kept.