Oh God, she was such a mess, and spending several days with Charles was going to be so hard. It would be bad enough to return to her fiancé with her ...ail between her legs, but it was much, much worse than that. How could she ever explain to Charles that she had some sort of voracious beast between her legs, a runaway, devouring hole that felt as though it could never be totally filled? She couldn't. She couldn't even explain it to herself. Nor could she understand how her appetites kept. My fingernails also sparkled with a flashing red flare of color, showing off what appeared to be perfectly manicured nails with layers of red lacquer over them as opposed to my stubby, half-bitten former nails. I walked into the bathroom with a satisfied click of my heels on the white polished tiles. I just had to see my face closer and in brighter light than the dim bulb in the lone lamp in my bedroom or the more distant, harsh light in the hallway. The fluorescent tubes in the bathroom. Her tits were just perfect. All firm and just sitting up on her chest with the nipples on the tip of each breast a deep red colour. They were hard too and sticking up.“What way do you want to do it?” she asked. Before I could answer she said, “I think for your first time a missionary is pretty much the way to start. Then you can go doggy on me.”I didn’t know there were different ways to fuck. I thought you just got on top of the girl, put your cock into her cunt and pumped it as you do with. We spent some time in the makeup section.It wasn't like I was going to play makeup dressup. Mother purchased realbeauty products that any girl my age would wear. I had to try on blushesand lipsticks. Eye shadows and perfumes. I must admit that it was niceto be so communicative with Mother this evening. She was really lookingclose at me, giving me advise about eye shadows and blush colors. She'dlook really close at my face and tell me that an eye shadow brought outthe color speckles in my eyes..