Dad came with us to watch her get tattooed.”“We didn’t know that the guy had to shave off most of Mom’s pussy hairs off in order to tattoo her.... She said he may as well shave all the hair off. Mom had to take off her jeans and panties to get tattooed and eventually she took off her top and bra too. I took off my jeans and panties so the guy could get a good view of where Mom’s tattoos were to go.”“Needless to say, Mom got real horny from the guy touching her as he shaved her pussy and Dad. It barely made a dent in the front of his pants. He quickly emptied a whole glass of champagne and walked over to the stairs, still thinking of his bride. He remembered that she had also smiled and giggled at his size, but she had told him that it was alright. She had taught him to lick her, and use his fingers, to get her off. And in return, she had sucked his tiny pecker into her mouth for a few moments, and swallowed the few drops that it spurted. In their two years together, James had never. The six-week whirlwind courtship did not leave me much time to catch up on the happenings of the last four years, but it was apparent at our wedding reception that Mona had not changed much. I noticed that she never passed up an opportunity to bend over and give some guy a shot at her cleavage – a look that went clear to her navel – and everyone that she danced with got a good feel or two and once I saw a guy with hands on both of her tits and she waited a few seconds before pushed him away and. "Do you think you could help me out with that, Lyle?" Kim," I said in what I hoped was a firm voice, "we have to stop. We can't do this."She looked at me, all doe-eyed innocence. "Can't do what, Lyle?" Then her blouse was off and she was standing up, walking toward me, reaching back to the clasp of her bra. "Are you saying you can't help me?" Her bra dropped to the floor and she was standing in front of me, her impossibly perfect tits at eye level. "My boobs are all swollen with milk, Lyle..