Ned’s nose was filled by her flowery scent. He inched his face under the dress to her left tit. He kissed and then nipped her bare pert nipple. Farr...h’s eyes shot wide at the tit nibble but then squinted into a sly smile that thrilled the watching bouncer and club onlookers. She rolled her shoulders, rubbing her hidden boob harder against Ned’s shrouded face. Her hips renewed the sawing action against his sheltered erection. The men had recovered their wits and whispered bawdy accolades to. It read, “Bruce’s Cum Whore Forever,” and she giggled when she sensed that I noticed it. Clearly, my ex-girlfriend was tired of being my ex and she was determined to get me back into the saddle to ride her. When did she get that ink, anyway? I naturally wondered what, if any, tattoos would end up as part of Karen’s “tramp stamp,” whereas I had a choice to make about Mom’s. “Slave” would probably suffice, though I could be more creative than that if I wished.The freckles on Karen’s buttocks. "You don't have to, Mom," Cassie replied, "It was my fault, not yours." Still, maybe I shouldn't have even brought it up unless I was totally sure," the older woman said."No, you told me to keep it to myself and instead I told Janet," Cassie went on. "What was it that Dad used to say, a secret stops being a secret when a third person learns about it. I should've known that Janet couldn't keep her mouth shut."It had all started two weeks ago when the band hired by the graduating class for the. Audrey told her boys to go wash up and said she would back shortly. Her head was spinning as she picked up some burgers and cake, still not completely sure about the birthday present and what her boys would think of it.When she got back home, her sons already set the table and they sat down to have dinner. She got burgers, fries and milkshakes from their favorite place, and they ate happily around the small dinner table. Afterwards, Audrey brought out the cake and sang her boys happy birthday.