"Let me show you how to put on your lipstick like a man," Elizabeth saidas I let her take the lipstick off me before she generously applied itto my bo...tom lip. This time I needed no instruction as I puckered mylips in the mirror and wondered how those dusky rose lips I saw lookedin any way masculine.Wanting to show I could put on my lip gloss "like a man" I put on my lipgloss without needing to be reminded to."My big man," Elizabeth said running he fingers through my hair, knowingthat I craved. 357 Magnum when you kick open his door. Remember cops don't kill doors, they kill people.Three of the four punks died that night. The fourth will spend the rest of his life in a wheel chair.No one will ever break into my apartment again. The word will spread that I wasn't anyone to be fucked with.Currently I am divorced from my three wives, with no current 4th prospect in the foreseeable future. I live in a small two bedroom apartment near police headquarters. It's not in a very nice. Her grip was firm and deliberate. Each and every stroke was calculated. She was doing things to my cock and balls that I didn’t understand. I tried to pump her hand and she scolded me. “Just sit back Chris and let Aunt Carol do all the work. I know what I’m doing.” “You sure do” I said. She damn sure knew what she was doing. This felt better than any mouth or pussy my cock had ever fucked.The sexual tensions inside me were building like a super volcano. My breathing became rapid and I was. “Um. Actually a business trip” New York or some place East. I didn’t really care what his answer had been. I just wanted to get my rise and get out.“Business trip. With your wife?”“She’s not my wife” he started but then trailed off. I looked down at his cock and thrust my chin forward as if to point out that he wore a wedding band. Yes, he was married but the lady hanging on his arm was not the Misses.“No need to explain” I said and started to piss. On queue my dick started to swell and slow.