" Sarah was moving closer to me witheach word. She really wanted to get to this wedding."No problem at all. Just point me to the church, and I'll tak... youthere."It was a short ride, or maybe it just seemed that way because Sarahkept me entertained with the weird stories about her sisters. As anonly child, that was an experience I never had. The stories ranged fromhow Heather, her senior once lost her in the Cape Cod Mall. Heathersearched for three hours, and finally found her sitting in a. With his face and long hair, he wassometimes mistaken for a girl.?We?ll start with a little foundation and blush especially around thosecheekbones.?He sat in the chair facing his mother?s vanity mirror, his faceilluminated with three bright lights. Annette started with a foundation.She explained that it would hide any imperfections. On top of thefoundation she brushed on a powder. His eyes were closed throughout thisprocess but he could feel the progress of the brush across his face.. Her legs began to close slightly, and her entire body tensed. She let out another high, loud moan, and her pussy squirted more juice out. It actually sprayed my chest, which was fairly close to her cunt. She fell back again, rubbing her titty more softly now. I got on my knees between her legs, and she sat up. She placed her hands on my back, and began to lick off her own pussy juice. She closed her eyes, and ran her tongue over my chest and nipples, which grew hard. (Men don’t often get their. Lame.Why didn’t Mom get that I wasn’t a kid any more? Didn’t she get that she was embarrassing me?And so for the drive home, I sat and stared out of the window.I wasn’t sulking. Mom just didn’t get it.As soon as the front door was unlocked, I ran upstairs into my room, slammed the door, and turned my music up as loud as it would go.“Tiffany, you are not going out like that.”“Mom! God, you just don’t get it!”“Tiffany! I am your mother, and you cannot speak to me like that.”I looked down at my.