I would takesome of my art markers and have one of my lovers at the time get naked andlay on the bed. I would draw designs on them for a couple hours ...r so.Each time, drawing something different, releasing parts of theirpersonality on them and sometimes mixing it with mine depending on both ofour attitudes or feelings at the moment towards one another. To mepermanent tattoos or drawing tattoos with art markers that in time fadeaway intensify a woman’s beauty and it makes me hunger for them even. He did a serviceable job of waking up as a compliment to her soapy manipulations. By this time it was coming up on midnight, which for the younger crowd means it’s time to party. But, my youth was spent and Mindy kept the schedule of a soccer mom (You know, the 37 year old, church going kind?), so we fell asleep in bed, watching something on TV.The next thing I knew, I was back home, in bed. My dog was giving me a tongue bath, and I’m relaxed, but thinking this is really weird. I knew something. ”“Down where?”“Down there!” she said pointing to her groin.“Oh!” I shrugged. “Well she is eighteen and it is her body. What’s it to do with us anyway?”She glared at me, muttered something about me being useless and then stormed out of the house.A few minutes later Amy appeared looking sheepishly at me. “Sorry dad,” she said as she sat down next to me,“No need to say sorry to me,” I responded as I hugged her. “It’s your body and I suppose it is the in thing these days. I will say this though, be. Ted stood up, picking his mother up in his strong arms as he did. Stacy pulled her blouse and bra up and off her body, discarding them to the kitchen floor. Ted carried her to the counter beside the sink. He dumped her ass on the counter then, grasping his cock, he pushed the head into his mother's dripping pussy. Stacy threw her arms around her son’s neck, locked her heels behind his back pulled and thrust her pussy onto his raging hard cock. Nine and a half inches of rigid steel impaled.