"About your bravery and your, well, your manhood." She lowered her eyelashes and let her idle fingers stray to my codpiece. That got my attention as s...e began to measure it."Has she?" I asked politely, turning toward her and wiggling my trapped arm a bit between her upright orbs, the back of my hand at her soft belly."Oh indeed," she said, freeing me as her intended arrived in a cloud of dust and flying stones.On the third day I was trailing along behind the lovey-dovey pair, chewing tobacco. It was amazing and fun to watch how different she could make herself look with makeup. My cousin asked her to make him up to see what he would look like. That was when the heat began to rise. She made him up into one of the hottest looking little girls you would ever want to see. She wanted to see what I would look like made up too, so I let her make me up. She was loving it and kept telling me how pretty I looked and how the makeup made my eyes so gorgeous. We were all loving it and having a. Then he leans in to me and starts kissing my neck and starts telling me I have nice lips and how he wants them around his dick . I get up and sit him back down on the couch and get on my knees and get ready to enjoy some dick. I start licking his head tasting his precum. About that time my wife shows up fresh out the shower and joins me on the floor to suck Rons dick. She starts sucking it and telling me how she to suck this cock so good and that she couldn't wait to have it inside her. She. ” He said confidently. “You’re a slut.”She gasped and pulled her now open blouse closed, hiding her bra covered breasts from his camera. Pete kept talking pictures anyway, getting some nice shots of the consternation on her face.“I’m not a slut; I’m still a virgin!” She protested. That word struck a nerve; she strongly suspected that he was right, but was afraid of what it would mean for her future. She knew that sluts didn’t get a lot of respect from “civilized” society. Usually, they.