Looking at mymother's dresser I saw all sorts of things including her red lipstick.Back in the 50's red lipstick was the norm. I got up, opened the tu...e andrubbed it on my lips like I had seen my mother do many times before. Ismiled but realized I looked a mess. Putting the tube down I triedwashing it off quickly when my mother came in to check on me. I turned toher with the red lipstick still smeared over my face. She laughed andtook a wash cloth to clean me up. I followed her to the kitchen. I bent forward onto my hands and knees with my ass up in the air, inviting him to have his way with me. And did he ever. It was like my first time being fucked all over again as he took my ass as his own playground, using my body for his own pleasure. After fucking me for what could have been 5 minutes or could have been an hour, time was not even a concept for me, he pulled out and told everybody else to get out of the room, that he wanted to be alone with me. Even Mr 9er was made to leave as. His shotgun resting casually over his shoulder, he approached the teller’s desk. ‘You can stop pressing your alarm button now,’ he said to the tellers. ‘My, it does appear if you’re having some technical difficulties.’ The tellers glanced at each other nervously. ‘Now, if you could be so kind as to unlock your vault,’ he said coolly. ‘We can’t, the manager is at lunch,’ one of the tellers said. ‘Hmm, what a shame,’ the man said, almost unconcernedly. He raised his shotgun and pointed it at a. It was a little after nine when we got there. As we entered the kitchen from the garage I called out, "Kara,..." In the living room, Dirk."I looked across the courtyard into the living room. Kara, unexpectedly, was not alone. With Tim following I went to investigate.Kara was accompanied by an attractive female who was sitting on the couch across the coffee table from her. Between the two was some sort of board game.Tim and I looked studiously at Kara and her visitor. The two were close in age.