She had what seemed to be a tattoo where her pubic hair used to be, and above the nipples on each of her tits. Jack yelled in from the kitchen, “Ar...e you ok?” “Yes,” she shot back, “Just dropped the shampoo…” Staring at herself in the mirror, nothing was registering in her mind. The world was moving too fast, so many thoughts, so many things in her life were flashing in front of her. As she moved closer to the mirror, then it hit her, “cunt” was written on the right tit, and “eater” was. Though there wasn’t much of dirt, she would clean it up which later I realized was more of an exercise to draw my attention to her ample boobs thru’ the flimsy nighties that she always wore. Being a good neighbor, initially I did not pay much attention to her but over a few days time this display of boobs increased. She would barge into my kitchen for knife, potatoes or just anything and right in my presence she would bend down as if to search something. Now it was becoming extremely difficult. She loved the sexual tension and she had begun being more discriminate about the things she shared with her husband, not wanting him to know exactly how turned on she was getting sharing time with another woman. Karen knew that for all Tracy’s integrity, she would never cross the line, so she felt nothing about teasing her friend, making not so subtle suggestions and then running out the door to the safety of her husband and married life. One night, a little after one in the morning, Karen,. When we got home we rang Jane and asked her if she would like to run her own pub, it took a while to explain everything to her, but eventually she agreed to come over the following morning to discuss things with us,"The twins are missing you two already" she added, "This might be just the thing for everyone"Cassie beside me on the sofa, was listening and smiled delightedly,"Time to celebrate" she whispered as she stood up and slipped out of her panties, my penis was already erect just from.