"The color's just a little lighter, just say you had it colored, if heasks. The style's pretty much the same, I don't think he'll even notice,"she sai.... She pulled some makeup from her purse, patted it on my face. Thecold beige lotion stung a bit. She brushed some pinker powder on mycheeks, stroked a coral-colored lipstick on my lips."OK," she said, when she put the little tubes back in her purse. "That'sgood enough for now."I felt, again, as if I couldn't catch my breath, a buzzing in my. I didn't know what it was. Oh, she wasn't a traitor or anything like that; I knew who the traitor was, and had known for a long time. I was the only one that knew; even the traitor didn't know it was them. No, it was something... good, or at least neutral that I was detecting about Cindi. I just knew she was more than she appeared to be."I can't tell you that," I replied. "First of all, I don't know it all. Secondly, it would not be wise for you to know. What you need to know is what your part. I needed two sutures to close the wound in my rectum. The pain was still more than uncomfortable. She said to come to her office in 5 days to have the sutures removed. She gave me some samples for pain and an antibiotic. What I needed was rest, warm sitz baths for my rectum and probably a counselor. My mother asked her not to report it to the police until we had more facts. She agreed.Early and my father reached our house at about the same time. My father shook his hand and again told him how. Fresh juice seeped into two pussies.When he got back, his sister was naked. He'd tried for years to peek at her, wondering what she'd look like without clothes on. He had a picture in his mind of her, but it was off in several particulars. First of all he visualized her as plump, and short, but she wasn't plump at all. Her slim form looked like almost any of the models in the magazines he often looked at. Her breasts rode high on her chest, but they weren't big and round, like his mother's..