Bernie stood up, turned around and lifted her top. She displayed a nicely designed tattoo that covered her lower back. She must have been saving up fo... it for a while. The tattoo artist took pride in his work at least."Nice tramp stamp." What did you call it?" Mom asked."They're called tramp stamps." They are not," Bernie exclaimed."Why do they call them that?" From what I've heard any girl that gets that kind of tattoo is announcing to the world that she's a slut." It's worse than I thought,". I laughed and said “So it was your fat ass that broke the swing and not mine.” He laughed reached over and pinched my nipple. I leaned over and kissed him and we started making out. A few minutes later, Amy walked back in with the clothes and a bowl then took them into the bathroom. I asked her what was going on and she said it was just an idea she had and we might find out later. She crawled onto the bed with us and gave me a deep passionate kiss and told me Matt was a real cool guy and he was. With my hands inside the waist of her panties, I pushed them down off her hips and when the back of her legs hit the bed, she sat down and in one movement I knelt down and taking one leg then the other lifted her feet out of them. I knew she was talking softly to me but I wasn't paying attention to what she was saying. She took my face in her hands, just to hold it not to rebuff me, as gently I pushed her knees apart. Now I kissed her thigh, on the inside just at the stocking top, then. I saw him gape questioningly at Margaret then finally speak."Hell! Is there anybody normal here?"Margaret simply smiled non-committedly and turned away to let him make his own wild speculations about her condition. Of all the 'women' in the room, only Dot and Margaret could be considered 'normal' and that was a simplistic physical consideration. With so many surprising anatomies around him, he groaned and collapsed again on the settee. Then he finally passed out little realising that Dot and.