“Ah-huh…” I whispered, as one of my hands began to drift towards him. My fingers ran across the length of his growing cock through his jeans. I ...ould see the lust burning in his eyes, but he spoke softly, “After you finish your homework…” “But I don’t wanna…” I said softly. He smiled at me, taking my hand and leading me to the kitchen. I sat down again, picked up my pencil and waited for him to begin talking.“What are you studying right now… Napoleonic Wars? Oh this is easy…” he said.He took a. “Yes but you can lick it off -- it’s sweet.” She popped open the canister and removed a feather applicator. “This is what you apply it with.”“I know where I want to put some.” I took the canister and applicator, dipped the feathers into the powder and spread some on her thighs. “It does make your skin feel slippery,” I said as I smoothed my hands along her legs. With the feather I daubed some of the golden dust on her cheeks and lips.“Careful -- I don’t want to inhale it,” she said.“I’ll be. One of my friend was married to a real good looking slightly heavy girl, she was very fair in color, 5’6”, 42C-38-40, and she had a very nice pair of boobs and a nicest ass around. Now she had 2 kids but still look really good. I like the women that way (big and beautiful). Her name is Sonia (not a real name). This all started when I migrated to States and met my friend and his wife after 8 years; I was amazed that she still looked as beautiful as I have seen her 9 years ago at their marriage. ’ I don’t know how long I cried but he moved us over to the couch and just held me until I was done. I took the wad of tissues he held out and wiped my face, the lump still throbbing in my throat. ‘I can’t believe it took you eight months to finally break down.’ ‘I couldn’t break down. What would you have done?’ ‘Cried with you.’ He playfully punched me in the arm. ‘She means a lot to me, too.’ ‘I know.’ I paused, swallowing back fresh tears. ‘I just … three years, Lance!’ ‘I know, bro, but.