His eyebrows lifted as he watched her tattoo glow and sprout extra petals; he then chuckled and leaned in, placing another kiss on it.  "That's..an interesting trick.  I bet tattoo artists would kill to be able to learn how to do that."  Leaning back in, he continued to kiss along her belly, trying to decide which direction to move.  He felt rather than saw her pants disappear, and his hands moved down to glide over her smooth legs.  Remembering her comment on wanting to feel his skin against hers, he made up his mind and began to kiss his way up her body.<br/><br/>As he kissed his way up the valley between her breasts, his head turned, and he delivered a soft, gentle nip to one of the lace-covered mound.  He was surprised to feel his pants and brace disappear, leaving him in a pair of simple cotton briefs.  Realizing his leg was naked, he tried to shift around so she couldn't see it.  She obviously didn't mind him having a lame leg, nor did she mind the few scars on his torso.  But his leg would be another matter; he had had too many girls back away in disgust at the sight of it, and believed she would do the same.