He took me out of there and right to a tattoo artist. The guy shaved my pussy mound, tattooed one-nine-four-five on it, and then he fucked me. Ninetee...n-forty-five was my birth year but it was also the number of men that had fucked my pussy in my first seven weeks of marriage. No one has fucked my pussy since then and I’ll be sixty-six in a few months.”Ingrid said, “You’re kidding.”Maude said, “Shave my pussy if you don’t believe me.”I said, “Later! Right now I want that pussy of yours. If you. " Miranda said holding up one of the blankets. I did and it was singed across the top as it had laid upon us."We need to go. We have no provisions and I'm not sure about eating anything killed by that fire. We'll gather what we can as we go but be careful."We moved out walking and watching for anything. This was suddenly a strange land. We skipped lunch and drank sparingly of our water. In mid afternoon, the land fell away and the burned area ceased. For a number of miles, the tops of trees. ”30. On the make (adj.) – single person eligible for dating or casual sex. See also: “In circulation.”31. Orphan (n.) – someone who has recently been broken up with.32. Over the bridge to Pimpleton (n.) – cumbersome term for homosexual sex.33. Passion fruit (n.) – old Hollywood term referring to an extremely straight-acting and traditionally masculine male.34. Ring snatcher (n.) – during sex, the person who performs the bottom role. Also see: “Pratt.”35. Rumpy-Rumpy (n.) – homosexual. Jim was thrusting his hips up against me. I knew he was getting close, and I knew that mean his hot spunk blasting into my mouth. I was ready. I wanted it, and I wanted it at the same time I felt Hank's seed shooting into my guts. "Marcus? Marcus, are you up here?" My wife's voice! I thought about running and hiding, but Hank and Jim were controlling the situation and not me. I could not have stopped their pounding if I had wanted to, and most of me didn't want to. "Marcus? Oh my G-" I looked.