She had her blouse and bra already off, her large breasts on display. They were so ripe and plump and firm.“Damn,” the tattoo artist growled. “H...w old are you?”“Nineteen,” my daughter said.He glanced at me. “Nineteen and with implants?”“She has to dazzle,” I said. “Now pierce her.”He shrugged.My daughter gasped both times. The needle gun pierced through her pink nubs one after the other. Then they were being threaded with silver rings. Each had little metal balls that screwed the ends together.. The excitement I felt almost unbearable. With every step my heart raced faster, my pussy actually dribbling juices onto my thighs, desperate to see what they were doing. I stopped, nerves getting the better of me, but after taking a deep breath I took another step, I couldn’t resist. I had to see them. Finally I could see into the room, a sight that I’d remember for a very long time. Both Rob and Amy were completely naked, clothes strewn over the floor, facing away from me on the bed. Rob was. Sometimes we were two boys,sometimes two girls, sometimes one of each. Sometimes we played balllike boys do. Sometimes we caught fish and frogs. Sometimes we playedwith dolls and sewed like girls do. Sometimes we dug in the garden.Sometimes we went to the movies and held hands like boys and girls do.We both loved to dance. My mother asked if we'd ever kissed. Greta said she was thinking of it.Maybe some time we'd try it. We reassured my mother that we certainlydidn't want to kiss anyone. His finger found my clit, rubbing it, making me squirm and spasm while his tongue dug into my hole. He swirled through the sheath. My eyes rolled back in my head. My hips wiggled back against him.Damn, he was such a good pussy eater. I quivered, moaning and sighing into Alicia’s snatch. I stared up at her, watching her budding breasts quiver and her soft moans escape her lips. Her wet hair clung to her shoulders. She looked so scrumptious.“Mmm, Sir, you really love eating pussy,” Aunt Cheryl.