Better to get all the bad news out now so they can get used to your new decoration.”“So that’s what it’s really called; a tramp stamp?”“Ju...t like I said. I take it Allison talked you into it?” Bernie nodded her head. Allison is Bernie’s best friend. Mom and Dad adored her like Allison was another daughter and I liked her plenty too except as another sister. I guess they’ve known each other since kindergarten. It’s easy to figure who the dominant one is in that friendship. Allison can. And don’t all blokes fancy the pants off their wife’s sister, anyway?By coincidence, Helen was staying with us for a couple of days, so that she and Julie could have some girly time together - shopping, latte, shopping, Prosecco, more shopping - you get the score.As my fantasy unfolded the ride home went all too quickly, and before long I was walking home from the station with a spring in my step.As I reached the house, Julie’s car wasn’t on the drive - tut tut, they’re still out shopping, I. Ruin my pussy!” I scream out even louder, wanting this stranger to know what was going on. Earl pulls on my hair, making my back arch even more as he continues to thrust into me. Pinching my own nipples, I can feel my orgasm getting closer and closer. As if sensing this, Earl slides his thumb up my clit and begins to rub it in little circles. I chant his name over and over again and I can feel my abdomen tightening. The loud slurping sounds of our sexes moving together fill the air. The knocks. He just wanted to talk, he said: he missed her already. She was pleased to hear from him and they talked for ten minutes while he made arrangements for a car and a driver. They both laughed when he described the trouble he had with the man at the counter. His English was terrible and Jeff had trouble making himself understood. But it was arranged and Jeff said he would call with the number later. She hung up, his last words to her being, "I love you." She responded in kind and sat, staring at.