Or, um, like get the guy to line it up ... like after he's done and it's still all thick and stuff ... and trace around it in marker or something... A...d, well, then Penn gets me to add a stalk the same length and girth to my tattoo..." He trailed off, embarrassed by the admission, clearly uncomfortable about how much he'd been dicked. Trent was loving it, and traced down his exposed arm, where some of the longer quills ran half the length of his arm. "Wow, you've really been dicked by some. I am tempted to masturbate with a fury but I have a feeling that things might be getting a little heated between Rach and myself before long so I avoid the temptation. As I get out of the shower I can hear her humming in the kitchen, she must have heard the shower and she yells to me ‘Breakfast is ready and waiting’ I yell back ‘Will be with you shortly’. To my utter amazement and absolute astonishment she has set the kitchen table for two and is sitting there eating her breakfast naked. She. “Get the fuck out of here, stop groping yourself, or else.”“Or else?” I taunted as Chet stalked towards me. I didn't have to be afraid any longer. He stood tall, clenching his fists. His knuckles popped. I pointed the remote at him and hit pause. He froze. He stood there looking like an idiot. Little spasms rippled through him, but his muscles were locked in place. I could see the cockiness melting out of his eyes.“Chet?” Vanessa said, frowning. “What are you doing?”I hit the record button,. But then all reasonable thought was lost in sensation.There was a thick heaviness building up in me, just under my stomach. It was like the build-up before an orgasm when I was alone, but more. If that feeling had been buttered and covered in cream and honey. Like a rich sodden dessert of a feeling. And where that feeling came at the end when it could almost be called the beginning of the orgasm proper; this was clearly just the beginning and it was set to build and grow. Glowing within me and.