Luckily, Mom and Dad lived a couple of hours away in Reading. I barely had time to see them lately but I try to whenever I can.The upside of living in...London on my own was the sheer privacy. Namely, privacy with women. I always had a high libido. I liked to fuck and women seemed to enjoy fucking me. I work out hard and made no compromises with my diet. I like to have the muscles to do the sort of things I loved doing with women. And I liked the stamina to go all night. I was blessed with a big. She lives with me now because her father died in Iraq. Same as me. Which only made us closer. " you're right' I gotta go." I said. Pulling my boxers on, then my jeans. "I'll go with." he said. Getting outWith our clothes back on, we walked out. Jenny and her friend Lisa were waiting there. She saw me and Eric, jogged down the hall and kissed me passionately and I kissed her back. "For gods sake, will you two get a room?" Eric said looking away. Since my mom was out of town it was just us.. God! Heather seemed to be a little more beautiful every time I looked at her and when she smiled at me..."All done," the man said, wiping at my new tattoo with a cloth and some alcohol or something. It burned anyway and I winced, hissing between my teeth."It looks good," Heather decided and I looked down, seeing sort of a splotchy black spade about as big as the pad of a grown man's thumb."Look better once it heals," the guy told us. "Just keep it clean. Don't be pickin' at the scab. Let it. She was red from the effort, and cum hung down from her chin. It was so fucking sexy. I pounced on her, and pushed her backwards. I was soft, but I had big hands, and I wanted to get her off again. I started rubbing her clit gently. It was still wet and lubed from my eating her out. I slid a finger inside her, and began pumping her. I leaned down, and sucked one of those perky nipples into my mouth. Fuck, I loved her tits. I wasn't going to get over those. Anyway, I curled my finger, reaching.