"Lots of men are wearing them now," Kathy said. "Someone even wrote a song about them." "Really?" I said, looking down at myself in the thong. "Really...," Kathy said. "But its so.revealing. I mean, my whole butt is bare!" Well, you did want a chance to show off your tattoo, didn't you? I mean, you didn't go through all that pain for nothing."I looked back at the little interlocking roses tattooed on my brown butt. Some time ago Kathy had taken me to a tattoo parlor. I'd always talked about. Hubby was away at short notice and she just wanted cock.Midday the first and late in the after noon the second. With GPS found he and parked up. She could see me through her net curtains. Ask why I'd not come up. I told her v txt to make herself ready. 2 pair of hold ups 1 pair on the legs and the other she must offer to me when I come up also she should be kneeling on a cussion as it would not be wham bam.I climbed up to the apartment and found the door open. I softly called out if I could. Both August and Martin were such Ten Pound New Australians. They had met as tenants in one of St.Kilda’s rooming houses.August was a nuggetty, no-nonsense Berliner, hard-working and holding down a well-paid, responsible job at Dunlop Tyres. Conscripted in 1944 at seventeen into Hitler’s army, he survived the final six months of retreat on the Russian front to return to a city in ruins and no home or family. His parents had been killed in an air-raid.August arrived in Australia in 1951, found. As she gazed tenderly at me, she thanked me for helping to recover her gear. Then she reached up and gently kissed me on my lips. Something happened in that kiss. It seemed to me that there was a transfer of a small amount of energy. She told me that she was having an incredible time. She said that she felt safe and secure with me. I responded by telling her how much I enjoyed her company. Dawn sat down to enjoy the scenery, while I headed down to the waters edge.Feeling on top of the world, I.