Ada’s Tattoo part 2 Ada woke in the morning to find herself naked in bed. She didn’t usually sleep in the nude but she remembered why she had and the one memory caused a cascade effect of recollection that held her in place under the covers. Touching her new and inexplicable tattoo she considered the events of the night. Her thoughts were accompanied by the pleasant sensations emanating from her well used pussy. In a way it was reminiscent of beat poetry spoken to the sound of a deft hand on a bongo drum, it made no real sense but there was an under beat that captivated the listener. She was finally roused from her position by the call of nature, she had to pee. Lifting the blankets aside and attempting to rise two salient facts were presented to her. The first was that she reeked of body odor and sex, the second and greater problem cum was that her muscles rebelled painfully. Ada rose from bed nevertheless albeit carefully. Her bathroom visit was a repeat of her two AM visit, ending teen with the same sense of wonder before the mirror. ‘There will be time for this later’, she thought at last. Just then she needed to bath and get ready to check out of her motel room. She had slept-in and had to be out by eleven. The hot water of the shower felt good but the spray was too fine so she washed what was most important then dried herself a bit and began to fill the tub. While it filled she wrapped herself in a towel and laid out her clothes. She wanted to keep pov moving so as not to stiffen up or find herself in front of the mirror again, gazing and thinking. The more she thought the more questions that she couldn’t answer arose in her mind. It was a little self-defeating and caused her to teeter between the two extremes of horror and delight regarding the satyr she and her geisha tattoo were now host to. Easing herself into the hot water she tried to relax and simply rest her mind and body but her mind wouldn’t stop. Ada’s calves ached a little and her thighs ached more but her abdomen, well that hurt. It hurt more than it would have if she had done a few too many sit-ups and less than it would have if she had taken psilocybin mushrooms and laughed all night long. Experimentally she flexed her hips up in the water and instantly knew why and how she had become so sore. It seemed she had fucked creampie Mike from below much more forcefully than he had fucked her from above. It had been mind-blowing sex, just as he had suggested it would. The only reason her pussy wasn’t sore is that it was made for that kind of workout, it loved it as long as there was sufficient lubrication and she had certainly had that, she had been sloppy wet and maddeningly turned on. Her fingers drifted under the water to her clit while she thought and toyed lightly with it. Surprisingly her clit responded more readily than usual and then she felt a tickle at her shoulder. Looking there she was shocked to see the horned head of her amateur guest risen from the edge of the large dot he had made of her tattoo. In her amazement she withdrew her hand and stopped touching herself and a second later the head also withdrew. That turned her on too. Life itself had left this place behind. Hanna had told Max he really didn’t need to do that, but he insisted, stating he would feel better knowing she had no amateur pov problems, at least until it was time for the TSA check in. Just before she was entering the area for TSA BS, she turned and gave Max a hug, and a light kiss on the lips. Not even Miss Crandell can take my mind off her. Her head pressed into the frumpled blanket, kissing more intense. Note: Thanks to WRC 264 for beta reading this. “Fancy going for a walk around the campus, it’s a nice day out there.” To her surprise it was Mr Johnson who came to her aid, standing up he snorted, I got down off the table, shed my clothes, scooped lovely Abigail up to carry her to the casket room and laid her in one of my favorite caskets. Randy’s hand clutched her tit, like a man obsessed. Nothing more. “Not quite,” said Henry. I moved over and sat in his lap. I’m eternally relieved she did this because I wasn’t able to think straight and wouldn’t have asked her to use one. But now I'm standing here at her table, right next to Sophie and I'm sure you will understand that after a very short friendly talk, I'll excuse myself and move along. The silence makes me nervous. Maybe I shouldn’t tell you this, Herman, but when we passed the turnoff to the pretty town of Canyon, I was creampie pondering buying a home there, but the Amarillo PD’s Canyon Sub-Office’s main duties involved policing the West Texas A&M University students.” She stopped scratching him and said, “But that would mean I be parted from you, and I’d never ever ever do that!” Herman licked her cheek. Grace looked sad. Zach slowed down as they kissed, focusing on cum Presley's lips and tongue as they locked in an intense kiss, tongues switching mouths and flailing around as they moaned into each other. “Pot said to the kettle, ‘look at your hue, it is the ill that defines you.’ And kettle, incensed, said wrathfully back, ‘then we’re both sick, for we’re both hopelessly black.’ Pot scoffed with a huff and said, ‘no way, for am I just a very dark tinge of grey.’ Kettle just sighed with a resigned breath, ‘to everyone else, you’re as black as death. Every so often he would come teen up to me and tease my clit but not enough to make me cum. “Darling, we need to discuss with Tina the offer I made to Melanie,” I said.