Only a real woman or a real sissy would wear lipstick and although you can't stand the thought of actually wearing it, imagining it now, you can't see... to resist "taking matters into your own hands" which I don't mind slave but before we are done... work yourself to the edge and stop and while still nice and hard, use the marker to write on your supposed cock. "Should be a PUSSY" Then when you're sure it's dry, you may play with yourself again till you climax as you ponder those words on your. “I’ve seen pictures of you with a high and tight haircut, and you're handsome regardless, but I adore you with a full head of hair.” “Fine, forget the high and tight, and I’ll leave my sword home.” It’s such a little request. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about; you being a big tough Marine. It will be fun. I’ll personally see to it they have roasted hot peppers just for you. Bread and butter sweetheart, are you going to kiss me good morning, Johnny?” “I’ll think about it,” he said. THERE WAS NO WAY SHE COULD HAVE A JOB AND CALL HER ALL THE DAMN TIME. KYLE LOOKED IN HER DIRECTION AS PATTY DEALT WITH THE CALL. SHE ALMOST BLUSHED AS SHE MOUTHED "SORRY" TO HIM. KYLE NODDED HIS UNDERSTANDING KEEPING THEIR GAZES LOCKED A LITTLE LONGER THAN WAS PROPER. PATTY SLID THE TIP OF HER PEN IN HER MOUTH AND REFUSED TO LOOK AWAY FIRST. KYLE WASN'T GIVING UP EITHER YET IT WASN'T UNCOMFORTABLE...NOT IN THE USUAL SENSE ANYWAY. FINALLY A HEATED WORD FROM THE OTHER END OF THE LINE CALLED HIS. "I'm sorry, Wilbur. What happened?"Ed's tone caused Wilbur to stagger a bit. He'd expected different, a side of himself, a side he did not care for believed Ed would slough it off with jocularity about a "vinegar puss." He was sitting with Kay, Ed, and fell over on the couch. He's gone. He's just gone. Carol is with Kay, Ed, they're crying." I have an idea, Wilbur." What, Ed?" How bout I pick us each an Addison apple? It would be a tribute to your friend, Wilbur. Addison always looked after you.