You immediately grab a towel, wet it, andstart madly wiping at the makeup in an attempt to tone down yourappearance. Staring at the towel, you see no ...race of makeup coming off,and your reflection shows how immaculate your makeover remains, despiteyour frantic scrubbing, soaping, and cursing. Whatever brand of makeupthe pranksters used, it doesn't look like it's going anywhere soon.You look through the cabinets in the bathroom hoping to find acomplimentary bottle of makeup remover. You try your. I guess guys liked the idea of taking another man's girl.Sometimes we'd go into a bar separately, and I'd watch as Jen got hit on. We went to bars where it was unlikely we'd run into anyone we knew, but the thought of Jen being seen by our friends flirting with other men (and our friends thinking she was cheating on me) excited me. We always had great sex afterwards.Our fantasies stayed fantasies, though. Sometimes I wanted to say to her, "Baby, I really want to see another guy fucking you, for. I was already getting soft and started to pull out of her. She saw the expression on my face and grabbed my arms and wrapped her legs around my waist and begged me not to stop. I told her I was so sorry, I thought she was her Mom, I was nearly in a panic. I asked her where her mom was. She just hung on and kept asking me to finish, please don't stop. She said it was OK. I'm not a virgin and don't want you to stop. Now the panic was fading and the situation was having an effect and I was getting. ” I sat in silence for a few seconds pondering what she just told me. I know I should have told her no, made her leave or walked out myself. None of that entered my head though. I just kept looking at her like a beautiful lady of desire. I was thinking of what to say and I decided to answer her the best way I knew how. I kissed her full on the lips and caressed her tongue with my own. We held each other and kissed like lovers for a few minutes. I started to let my hands roam her body. My left.