"And the lipstick," I say to him.He tells me he's still a little nervous about wearing lipstick. I snatchthe pouch from his hand and take the lipstick... and look at the colours.One is bright red, the other would match his maroon in his waistcoat andthe other is very subtle that would match the natural colour of his lips."That's a shame, all pretty girls look lovely wearing lipstick," I tease,handing back the lipsticks and the pouch."Please stop making fun of me," James mumbles.I move closer to. David was on the sofa. She looked at him, and decided that no matter what else, she wasn’t going to lie, not directly. She loved him. She was a monster, and had done a terrible thing, but she loved him and she wasn’t going to lie. She went over and sat down. ‘I’m sorry.’ ‘Who?’ ‘You don’t know him.’ ‘Just one?’ She nodded. ‘Once?’ ‘A couple of times.’ ‘Are you still?’ She shook her head. ‘I don’t know what was wrong with me.’ He looked at her. ‘I’m sorry,’ she said. ‘I really am. I was fucked. "I want to know what's wrong with me", she half whispered. "I go out with a guy for awhile and then he dumps me". "What am I doing wrong"? She was starting to sob softly and she covered her face with her hands. I leaned over and hugged her gently. Her body stiffened slightly as I tried to pull her closer to me. "I'm not going to attack you", I said in a soft voice. "I'm just trying to give you some comfort". I felt her start to relax slightly and I pulled her closer. Finally her body pressed. Moaning he watched in awe as she did everything she had written about. Taking him in her mouth and sliding it in as deep as it would go...growling deep in his throat he watched her deep throat him time and again till the last inch went into her mouth. Tasting his pre-cum she moaned in delight as he pulled her back up his body. "You keep that up and it will be a while before you get what you truely want." He said as he kissed her, tasting himself on her lips.Smiling into the kiss she knew he had.