. it was hard to fuck upblush... It was hard to fuck up lipstick, if you were looking in amirror... Eyeshadow and mascara were doable, but required ...ome skilland a mirror, eyeliner could get tricky, staying perfectly symmetrical,especially if you wanted that cat's eye at the end... Jordan was amarvel, not only was he quick, but he had the symmetry perfect. Thewoman that 'he' had dated was an insurance adjuster, she always wasquick to get ready when they went out, she had a huge makeup. Even before I really knew how it all worked, I used to hear my parents in their bedroom at night and wondered what they were doing. It seemed like they were REALLY enjoying it. I found some porn magazines in our basement when I was an impressionable youth…and that changed my life!!! NOW I knew exactly what they were doing and why they enjoyed it so much. I began to masturbate and dream about being with guys. I loved the thought of sex and wondered how it would feel. Judging from my mom’s. God help me…’ He thought about locations. His office was out, too much traffic, an exam room maybe, after a patient left? Just bend her over and… maybe a hotel afterwork? No, it had to be now, before he talked himself out of it and obsessed all night again. Then the perfect place occurred to him. At the end of the long hall there was the old file room. It was used for storing an old heart monitor, empty computer boxes and other junk. ‘No one ever goes in there.’ The saleswoman droned on but he. Were anyone to pass by, they would see nothing except a glazed look in the eyes of a boy having his cock massaged by his teacher’s foot. A few minutes later, I found myself under the table, unzipping his pants. His penis was uncircumcised, which I had never seen, and incredibly large. I studied it for a few moments and as my index finger touched the tip ever so slightly, he moaned. ‘Keep doing your worksheet.’ I instructed as I wrapped my hand around the smooth, pink flesh. Slowly, I moved my.