All right, breathe again. Then in a brighter mood, she continued, her chin still atop the backs of her hands, “Was I your first? Have you had anot...er woman?” “Does it show?” I asked, “Yes, you’re my first.” “Oh, good. I wanted to be. I wanted to give myself to you. I thought you’d remember me as long as you lived then”. A pause, then, “It was last summer when we used to go to the beach. I saw the way you looked at me. It wasn’t like you’d looked at me before and I knew what you wanted.. ‘Ok, Ok. Sharon’s been playing away and I’ve chucked her out. That’s it. I’m not going to do anything stupid, so you don’t need to worry.’ ‘Maybe not now. But I know you. Give you a while to get over it and you do something that’ll get you jailed. Who’s she been seeing?’ ‘Steve Reilly and some guy called Leonard.’ ‘Oh shit! You aren’t going to crack skulls, are you?’ I laughed. ‘Actually I bust Reilly’s knee last night.’ ‘Oh Christ! Are the police involved?’ ‘No,’ I laughed again, ‘we clashed. She heard the sound of the camera running and, irrationally, she wondered if she looked all right.Ed lay down on the rug next to her, stretching his body out full length. "Everything okay, Sandy?" he asked her, his voice soothing.Sandy nodded and sat up. There was no hesitation in her as she bent over Ed's reclining figure and stared down at the limp, but still large male organ. Her slender fingers came down and went under the warm penis. It seemed huge to her, even in repose. She closed her. Truthfully, it started well below her face - like the tan one would get from wearing a low-cut shirt in the sun, it began between her breasts and bloomed outward from there. The lowest part of the tattoo was a rose-stem, but instead of a single flower, it led to a garden of filthy body-parts, sex toys, and ropes of white cum.At a glance, the lower half of the tattoo could almost be mistaken for a bunch of flowers, but as the tattoo rose past her breasts and onto her collar-bone, it got dirtier.