Don't you have a skirt or a pair of shorts?" "Nonsense Sydney!Now sit down and let me put some eye shadow on you." She sat me downfacing away from the...mirror and began applying her Mom's makeup on myface. She worked very fast with soft pats and strokes of her beautywands. When my face was completely done up to her liking she walked meback over to the bed adn began strapping a white bra around my chest."Sydney, were you and Misty playing dressup yesterday?" "Ohhhh. uhhhyea, she had me put on my. At the time of the story she was 26 and we had sex most nights and mornings. Leading up to the trip we were doing the usual thing of talking dirty while fucking. We would make up stories of fucking other people while we fucked. Each of us adding to the story as the other would catch their breath or have to stop taking to utter a groan or scream. The scenario that sent us both over the edge was one where she would meet somebody in the hotel bar, bring him back to her room and call me and tell me. “you didn’t look so bad out there yourself. The other boys on the field couldn’t stop looking at you.” He winked at her now blushing face.“Oh, stop it, John. You know I’m not like that.” She gave him a reproachful look that quickly broke under the joy of the heartfelt compliment. “Thanks. But sometimes I would like to disappear. All the attention they pour on me makes me uncomfortable” She whispered. The words Susan spoke to Jonathan giving a glimpse below the mask of the popular cheerleader. Well ... I did slip up twice ... and that was one of my biggest regrets, but they did afford me a couple of the best fucks that I'd ever experienced during my somewhat boring life of 60 years.The first slip-up involved Erin. I was 40 years old at the time, and just a little fragile after my wife of 20 years divorced me.Erin was 25 years old, a short-haired brunette, 5ft 6ins tall, very slim with small cupcake sized breasts. She was attractive in a librarian type of way with large dark-rimmed.