Her husband was holding her hand each step of the way. She squeezed it a little harder trying not to move while each color was being applied. She knew... that all the pain would be worth it as soon as she was done. Then something odd happened about half way through the coloring of her fan, the pain just all of the sudden stopped. Joyce was putting the finishing touches on the tattoo with the yellow ink filling in the birds’ beaks and legs. She then pulled out the special pink ink. Joyce put on. "I shoved my tongue into her and she moaned. I couldn't believe my face was in between a girl's legs but I was getting wet all over again. It tasted so much better than I could have ever imagined. I gripped onto her thighs as she moved forward and back with my tongue, screaming for more. "My ass," she yelled. "Finger my ass!"I slid three of my fingers into her tight ass and she groaned in pleasure. I swear I felt her pussy get wetter in my mouth. She began fingering her clit as well and I'd. While kissing, my left hand goes under her blouse to her breasts. My thumb presses her left nipple and my ring finger presses her right nipple.Both become very erect. My right hand seeks out her clitoris. It finds its way up under her skirt and presses at the nub. She breaks the kiss. Oh. You bastard! Oh, Isn’t this better than before?” “Let me go. She tries to get up. I kiss her again, and she’s returning the kiss, but then breaks the kiss again. This is too much for me.” She lifts herself off. Cinnamon picked me up. She’d already been to Fred Meyer for more packing boxes and tape. We headed for the bank next. The personal banker I met with was all too glad to meet with me. She said she was glad they could release the accounts to me and that she was very sad for my loss. I’m confident this was the same woman who was an absolute cold fish the first time I met with her. What I was sure of was that I needed to make a mortgage payment on Grover’s house and having funds to work with made.