Smitty grinned and exclaimed, "No shit?!"The others got out of their chairs and came over to see what got Smitty so excited. Gary, the Podiatrist, exc...aimed, "What the hell did you do that for Dave?!"I just sat back and said, "Inga, tell him why I did that."She was quiet for a few seconds and then she said, "Because I told you before I came here that I had fantasized about tattoos?"I smiled and said, "No Inga. Tell him why it says what it says on the bottoms of your feet. Tell him. Kya batau yaaro meri halat kaisi thi us waqt. Us raat maine 3 baar muth mari fir soya aur fir uske caal ka intezar krne lga.Kuch din ke intezar ke baad uska phone aaya aur kha aj hum hotel diamond plaza mei milege jo ki sec 22 mei hai.Toh jaldi taiyar ho kr gya and uska hotel ke bahar wait krne laga.Lagbag 15 min ke baad woh ayi, kya lag rhi woh ek dum sex bomb mera toh dekhte hi khada ho gya. Usne pehle hi rum buk krvaya hua tha aur fir hum rum mei chale gye.Main us par bukhe sher ki tarah tut. I stand barely two feet from her, torso arched, stroking myself closer and closer to orgasm. Her recital nears its climax just as I do.On the edge of erupting across the floor and perhaps her cello as well, I force myself to stop. My slippery, mushroom-shaped cock tip is crimson red. The veins on my cock shaft are distended and pulsing.Marie casts her cello aside and kneels before me. Her lips wrap around my cock head, sending waves of pleasure through every synaptic pathway in my body.I expect. .A couple of days after I'd found out about Deb's reason for stopping at home I heard car doors banging and from my bedroom window I saw Mum's car driving off. Home alone at last!Suddenly animated I quickly checked that Deb had gone out as well and then, with a "Yeahhhh!" of freedom I began working myself into a metallic musical masturbating mode. Quickly I extracted an AC/DC tape from my player, put it back into it's correct box and replaced it with my favourite -- a Led Zeppelin tape, actions.