“How long have you had that?”“I’ve always had it, though it’s gotten more pronounced recently. I have no idea what it signifies, but apparen...tly our new friends do.”Betty lifted her sleeve, revealing a similar but slightly different design on her wrist. “That’s why I always cover my arms.” She pulled her bangs back, exposing a series of dark circles across her brow line.“Damn,” Al said, pulling his own hair back, displaying a comparable pattern.The two figures on their knees yanked their. I repeated the process, eliciting the same scream that was the biggest turn on i've ever had. One more pull-out and thrust inward and i was buried in her tight ass. She threw her head up, spraying me with water from her wet hair and looking back at me, a look of extasy, like she was lost. I pulled out and without pause surged back into her, starting to fuck her tight ass like a wild man. The feeling was amazing, every action causing her to shudder or scream. I reached forward and moved her hand. ...I would not make the first move, would not “attack him”, but if he was comfortable in proceeding to give me some sort of sign, like touch or caress my nylon clad leg and then I would know how to proceed. He liked that idea and we made plans to meet that afternoon.........While I waited for him I cleaned up, shaved my face really close and smooth, put on a sexy lacy thong and matching bra, thigh high stockings and garter belt, short, tight black mini skirt and low cut red top, put in my 38D. I was impatient to feel him cum again. Patience, I chided myself, and ran the tip of my tongue down the underside of the shaft. I cupped his balls in my hand and tasted his sack, eliciting another moan. His balls were medium sized (I didn't know that then), and not too hairy. I experimentally took one of them in my mouth, and then the other. I lifted up his sack and licked the underside. Another moan, more urgent. Interesting. I grasped his cock with my free hand and gave it a few slow strokes.