She pushed her chair back and stood up. "When are you going to grow up?" Anyone witnessing the scene would have laughed. Here was a six-year-old telli...g her 32-year-old mother to grow up. If you looked at me, you would see a woman who certain looked to be fully grown. I'm five feet, six inches tall. I have straight blonde hair that falls just a little below my shoulders. My figure's not too bad; in fact, except for 10 extra pounds I can't seem to shake, and a bit of sag in my breasts, I would. I directed her the Barber chair I use for tattooing, and she stepped up and sat down. She had a tee shirt on and yoga pants with a tiny skirt, which all seemed to flow together, not just thrown on.I took the computer rendered drawing and looked it over and asked her where she wanted it. The drawing was a set of wings and she told me she'd like the tattoo to flow down from the base of her skull with the wings on her shoulders. She wasn't sure what she wanted in the center between the wings, and. .. I guess I mean, well if things were different back then you could have been faithful to me and still fuck whoever you wanted however many you wanted.” She sat up and looked at me, her lips quivering but not saying anything.“I just mean that if we had been free of any fear or worry about potential cheating by being able to fuck who we wanted and still be faithful of heart, we could have treated each other with trust and openness.” She sat there still absorbing my words as I was trying to make. I am quivering so badly and shaking… Your tongue slides over every inch of mine, and you slow things down a bit to make love to me. You start kissing my stomach, and then teasingly lick at my lips inhaling the scent of me, but not opening me to your tongue… You spread me, and lick at me like a cat laps at milk. Nice and slow. I try thrusting against your mouth, but you wont’ let Me… You want me to lay there and don’t move. Don’t make a sound. I want to scream so badly… I’m shaking so badly. You.