Relax. I'm teasing."Elaine's cheeks were so hot. Her skin tingled in anticipation. Their eyes met again, and this time he closed his. Elaine's eyes cl...osed too and she tried not to moan as the feeling of his gentle, yet firm hands caressed her face. He investigated every curve and hollow as if trying to remember them. He explored her lips, very slowly brushing across the bottom one with his thumb, barely touching. Elaine couldn't help herself. She gasped for breath, her mouth opening and her. “Derek’ll strip too, if you ask him,” I heard Zann volunteering me. “Anyway we can’t leave him out of it.” I paused in the living room doorway.“He has to wear something,” said Leah.“Why?” asked Zann. “He doesn’t mind you looking and he won’t do anything unless you grab him.” There was a pregnant pause - I was guessing while Leah and Camille looked at each other. “So it’s no different from me is it, when you think about it?”“Does he have an all-over tan too?” I could hear the smile in Leah’s. Halfway down the hall, she heard grunts and squeaks of pleasure, groans. She reacted on two levels. While her reality state told her that she didn’t really want to see what she knew she was going to find, her naughty little girl side made her want to see it. She could see through the partially opened door, two sets of feet. One set attached to two hairy legs she immediately recognized as her husband’s. On the other set of feet, she noticed a rose tattoo on the right ankle. She. And I had found that Conny Woodson, America’s Sweetheart, had three tattoos in very interesting places. She had words scripted beneath her right breast; she had a lizard right over her butt crack and she had what appeared to be a four-leaf clover next to her ... womanly parts.No, I hadn’t walked in on her in the nude. I had caught the group of women in the pool one afternoon. Conny had on a white bikini and the tattoo under her boob was visible, as was the tattoo on her back. The four-leaf.