“No thanks man. Maybe when I’ve finished yeah! Shall we get started then?” he answered very efficiently as he began to unzip his case. He pulled...a stool at the feet of our sofa and placed his tattoo gun and a selection of ink bottles on a tray. Turning to me asked.“Do you have a table I could place these on?” I went over to our coffee table and dragged it closer to him.Placing his Tattoo gun and tray of ink bottles on the table he looked up at my wife who was standing directly in front of him. “Fuck it like a pussy,” panted Shane. “It IS a pussy,” huffed Chris. “My pussy!” “Yes, it’s your pussy, nigga!” “Damn right,” he grunted. “You gone let yo nigga see you get yours tonight?” “Yes, sir!” Chris rose up and kept his stroke game going. He spat on Shane’s seven-and-a-half-inch cock. “Play with that clitty, girl!” Shane jerked it as Chris pounded his meat into him with caring strength. “Oh daddy! Oh daddy! Oh daddy! Fuck daddy,” Shane moaned. “I’m kuh kuh kuh kuh. Cumming!!!!” “That’s. I met Dottie when she was a girlfriend of buddy of mine. We all 3 or more hung out together. We all went to the park not far from our houses. That is where my buddy and Dottie made out. It was simply kissing and a little petting. After a few months my buddy’s dad got transferred to a better job in the Kentucky and Tennessee territory. We lived further north in the Great Lakes region. After my buddy moved down south, I consoled Dottie. Dottie and I hung out together. I was interested in. ”“The pieces...,” I object, trying to escape. “We’ll never...” but as the opportunity’s there to feel her up, less determined to reverse her onslaught.She makes enough effort to thwart my hand to claim she tried to stop me, but not enough to actually do so, and I give her a good one. Just through her top, of course, as that’s in the rules, but enough to get her good, even if I’m on the bottom.“Cheater and perv, both. I can hear you through the wall, taking care of.