I took off my pants and as I was bent over I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. There were red marks on my shoulders where Rebecca's golf shoes... had dug in while I was eating her pussy. 'Eating her pussy' was a thought that triggered a cascade of images and even more guilt. But in the mirror, my image looked like it was...no I couldn't be...yes I was...smiling. Not a big smile, just a little cat-that-ate-the-canary-grin. A straight line with upturned corners and that mischievous twinkle. There is a pool of water in your hand. I feel completely exhausted, but you slowly start to lick my clit again. You work your way up, kissing and licking my stomach, titties, neck, lips, cheeks, eyes. Then you straddle yourself over my face, and your cock rubs over my face. I reach my hand up and grab it. I start licking all up and down the shaft. I put your head in my mouth and suck it. I suck it hard and deep. I can taste your wetness. I can taste my wetness on you. I can hear you start to. "Well, who wouldn't be turned on? They are georgous Chyanne." "Blake, neither of us have done anything, yet we both want to. Do you want to, well, experiment?"I didn't know what to say. I just stood there with my mouth gaping open. Chyanne slowly began to walk towards me. I couldn't stop staring across every inch of her curvy body. She reached me and whispered "So is experimenting good with you?" I nodded my head and she immediately began kissing me. I felt something squirming against my lips. .After saki went upstairs, Monica then pulled the blanket off herself. Looking in my eyes, she requested that she be able to cut the fingertip of my right index finger. To which I wasnt sure what was goin on, but allowed it anyways. She proceeded to cut the fingertip over the bowl of ink, and squeeze the blood out until there wasnt any more that could be as it clotted."Can you mix it with the bamboo needle as I go get the Hammer?" monica asked me, so I did as she asked as she went upstairs. She.