She did my makeup- pink eye shadow, eye liner, foundation, blush, etc. pink lip liner and of course my shoulder length black wig that outlined my face... I was a real girl felt so natural dressed like this and going on my first real date.She drove me to meet him in a bowling alley parking lot. He was waiting. He walked over to the car and opened the door, introducing himself (Frank), he put out his hand to help me out. He looked at me and said WOW. We walked hand-in-hand to his car as I looked. And these men would never appreciate what a once-in-a-lifetime experience they had been gifted. As for Jonathan, he was playing it cool, almost bursting a blood vessel pretending not to notice the security guard adjusting his uncomfortable erection as he watched Marina dusting cat hairs from her shoulders whilst her top rode up to reveal slim hips and a firm, brown midriff. It didn’t get any easier at the evening party – after 30 mins of ‘snuggling’ on the bed whilst watching TV, Marina had. I was about to say something but then stopped halfway knowing my mom was a true feminist and anything I say would be of no use. I knew Arvind couldn’t control himself around mom and would definitely try his chance with my her, little did she know. I was confident my mom would turn him down and was rest assured and went to call him. We had breakfast together with my mama sitting in the head chair and Arvind and me on her sides opposite each other. Mom served us well and had a talk with Arvind on. Immediately, his cock began to drool precum. He watched her wipe it off before licking the goo from her fingers. Then she kissed him. He could taste himself on her tongue. A normal man, he told himself, would have recoiled in horror, but he didn't. This was familiar, somehow. She was a good kisser, too, her tongue dancing a waltz around his inside his mouth. He snaked an arm around her torso, pulling her closer. Her kiss increased in passion. Patrick's mind was spinning. He had two beautiful.