"You were? But that's what it says on the internet so it must be true." Yeah, they're called tramp stamps, but all the rest is just bullshit." I got o...f my bed and gave my sister a brotherly hug. "A lot of people our age are getting tattoos. Heck! I might do it when I turn 18. That doesn't say anything about them one way or another except that they have a tattoo. It certainly doesn't say a beautiful woman like you is a slut just because she's wearing one." You think I'm beautiful?" You've. What a wonderful sight. The five of us watched as my son sucked on my naked wife’s tit.The men all got dressed and got ready to leave. On the way out, John stopped next to Carole. “What a lucky boy,” he told her, watching the baby suck on her nipple. He smiled, and then leaned down and kissed her. The two of them exchanged tongues for a minute before he broke free. “Don’t worry,” he said with a laugh, “we will do this again real soon.” He reached down and squeezed her unoccupied tit. . And on top of that fieldwork. She systematically built up reliable statistics based on 90% of the male members of Britton High, half the sexually active machos of her village, and a significant sample of the hunks in the whole nation. Should a sociology doctoral tribunal be aware of her enquires they would turn up with enough data to complete a full Ph.D.Factual info: when it came to dick control her boyfriend was a statistical rarity, an unprecedented challenge to well-known physiological. So I did the chores he told me and then reported back to the farm house. I usually found his gran mom there cooking or cleaning, and my buddy on the road with his gran dad. So I had nothing to do the rest of the day. I showered and sat down to breakfast with his grandmom. She was a sweet woman who he married after his wife (my buddys real grandmom) died. The age span was pretty big but i figured it had to do with the money the old farmer had. I ask her what she did for excitement on the farm?.