“So what’s wrong with doing it down here? I’m sure that Sophie would enjoy that as well.” Ethan said; “The only problem is finding someone to do the painting; it would have to be someone who is good if the girls are going to walk around a big city.” “No problem there son; I know just the man, and he’d love to paint 3 naked beauties. Leave it with me and I’ll get back to you.” The conversation changed subject and I forgot all about it for a couple of days until Tom came knocking on our Big Tits hull just before we were going out one evening. “Hey you two, I’ve got it all fixed-up; are you free tomorrow?” Tom asked. “Yeah we’re free, but free for what?” Ethan asked? “The body painting of course; I know this tattoo artist in the city and he can fit us in tomorrow morning.” Ethan looked at me and I nodded. “Great Tom; thank you for organising it; Sophie is going to love it.” Ethan replied. The next morning us 3 girls, Tom and Ethan piled into a taxi and set off for indian the big city. All 3 of us girls just wore a bikini top and a short wrap skirt. Tom was sat next to Becky and his hand was between her legs for most of the journey. The tattoo studio was more like a shop with a back room but Manuel (the owner / artist) was good. Something crystal. I saw a ray of sunshine in indian the agreement. Before placing it on the bed, she drops off her white frilly underwear embroidered with a green flowing font reading Emerald and hides it under the pillow. “No ‘Of course’ about it, you were fucking Lucinda as I came in, you looked every inch a Big Tits whore so how the devil am I supposed to know,” I fumed, “Am I supposed to ask every wench ‘Are you pure’ before I pleasure them?” I'd then beg him to fuck me. Apparently I was very persuasive. Her eyes were lifeless, her soul drowning in shame and disgust, but there was still so much more to do. I smiled at her pussy and brought her to orgasm again and then again and again all in quick succession. If their size was anything to go off of, she was definitely going to be in some pain. Wet, hot, burning darkness. It is time for me to give you more details about the newlyweds. He should’ve been mine by now, but he wasn’t. I watched his eyes, waiting for them to turn violet, waiting for them to reflect the corruption of his mind, but they stayed a stubborn blue. Sandy knew that the kids couldn’t hurt her so she allowed them to lie and crawl all over her.