I recalled what Agatha had said earlier, and concern for her well-being overcame my dumb-fuck enough to ask her “Is that all right? Are you comforta...le like that?” She snuggled into my neck, the weight of her on my groin slightly uncomfortable and totally erotic to my 14 year-old libido as her soft obtrusions with tiny tips less pliable molded against my clavicles, and replied in a breathy sigh “Perhaps there are some benefits to getting a little bit big ... we’ll take things as they come.”If. What was once my finger tips have now become the light scraping of my finger nails against your toned legs. A shockwave shoots through your body as my tongue finds your navel as my tongue swirls into the depths. My hands continue upward as my kisses begin to lower. My mouth makes it to your panty line and you place your hands on top of my head beckoning me to go lower. You feel my hands make it to your panty line as well as they begin to slowly tug from the bottom down. Tortuously, you feel. Next I felt him doing something to my eyelashes and then doing something very close to my eyeballs. When he again stepped away I saw that he had apparently applied mascara and thick eyeliner to my eyes, making them look very deep now. I then saw him pull out some red looking powder and apply it to my cheekbones, making them very defined and feminine. Lastly he pulled out a tube of deep red lipstick, applying it to my lips and then adding on top of that a coat of sparkly lip gloss, making my. He could love another – Anne – the way he loved Caron. He was reminded of a phrase from Robert Heinlein: ‘Love doesn’t subtract, it multiplies!’ Finally content, he drifted off to sleep. – – – – – – – – – – Sunday morning. It was already late, the clock on Stan’s bedside cabinet said 10:30 in blinking green light. Stan looked across the bed. Anne lay looking utterly relaxed in her sleep. Once more Stan marvelled at her beauty. He couldn’t believe what she’d done for him the previous night on.