Only I wouldn't have bet on her oppponent!Then there was Lila, the Tattooed Lady, who bragged that every inch of herskin was tattooed and charged cust...mers to explore the truth of her claim. Isaw her quite often, showering, sweating in the heat, even rubbing oil overher body to show everyone that the tottoos were genuine; yet somehow, as Iwatched her from day to day, the pattern of colorful pictures seemed to keepchanging, so that it was never the same from one week to the next.There was also. His cock is jerking and throbbing as he ejaculates into her. She does not want to think of her husband or their daughter, not right now. Her son is making her cum, repeatedly, and that was at the forefront of her mind. "Yes, Bill, keep fucking me just like that.”Candice didn’t initially plan for him to fuck her or fantasize about it much. Oh, the occasional thought would cross her mind, especially when seeing Bill in the sauna. His eyes closed, sitting wrapped in a towel, and sometimes with a. ..”She shook her head bitterly.“I was married,” she said angrily.“Oh, hey,” I said. “I was just making conversation. You don’t need to tell me if you don’t want to.”“No, it’s fine,” Jill lied. “My husband was a total asshole. Everybody knew it but me. I didn’t find out until we’d moved a thousand miles south to Nashville. He wanted to be a drummer but he sucked. Then he started to...”She shook her head again.“He hit her,” Liz said. “We were looking for studio musicians. We had an open call and. I was still pretty groggy as after a night of sex and alcohol. I was wondering what time it was as the whole room smelled like sex. I doubt Leon cared, but somehow it made me feel weird.I looked at the clock and it was 9AM. Leon would be here in an hour. I decided to spend the last hour showering with the two girls, and get some of the testosterone out of the system before starting the day, maybe it would make me a nicer person. However, there wasn’t anything left after last night, instead I.