It was three days later that she bumped into another friend. Carol Jones.“Coffee!” Carol said. It wasn’t a request but more of an order. The... headed for a Costa Coffee and Carol ordered her favourite Caremelatte while Janice had an Americano.“All right, Jan,” Carol said as they sat at a small table. “How is that hunk of a son of yours.”“I’m worried,” Carol confided. “He’s doing too much. He’s got his exams and he’s doing all these odd jobs for people around the area. Now Gill Johnson. " I grabbed Tim by the hand and began to lead him to the bedroom. Tim offered some faint resistance by saying "are you sure this is OK?" My response was that "I make the rules around here now." As I got onto my hands and knees on the bed. "and I want your dick inside of me." I put my chest down onto the sheets, my thick ass sticking up into the air. My skirt was so high by this point that as I leaned forward my ass and G-string became exposed. This put a stop to any further resistance Tim was. My left began loosening the belt and removing my obstacles. My hand slid inside her yellow lace panties and discovered two wet, puffy lips. I inserted two fingers into the most beautiful pussy with resistance. Was she tight! As I moved them methodically in and out she tried to sit up with more urgency. ‘No, NO, NOOOO NOT AGAIN!’ her body rose as if levitating. Only her shoulders and the back of her knees made contact with the arms of the great chair, not including my hands on her pussy and. As she came around her hand, a slow smile spread across Abigail's face. She had a plan.Her first tattoo idea had been small. Classy. She'd always liked bluebirds, and the image of one permanently on her shoulder made her smile.On the way to the parlour, however, her mind had started wandering. She wasn't just getting the tattoo for her, after all ... she was getting it for men to look at.And so when she got off the bus, her small, simple idea had turned into a list. A list that would turn her.