"Hmmm." She felt my face. "Huh. Guess that'll do; I can't feelanything." She started wiping stuff on my face. "What's that?" I asked. "Pri...er coat. Quiet." She was humming, but I had to sit therequietly, making faces like she told me to. The smell of the makeup, which I had long associated with intimatecontact with women, naturally made me feel a bit peculiar, and more thana bit horny. "Quit squirming around!" "Jeez, I can't help it..." She asked, "What, are you. Taking that spunk-sticky hand, Nicola slowly moved it between her legs again, and covered her tiny caramel star with her palm. Both photocopier and caretaker held their breath.She slid it down a little further, and dipped her hand onto the glass once more. Strings of cum connected the thrumming machine and Nicola's pussy, middle finger sliding into her ass, and thumb sliding into her smooth cunt. She circled her hips, letting Bob and the photocopier watch the light play on the fluids of man,. A summer departure date. Home leave, then Sweden. I’d need cold weather gear.I read somewhere, can’t remember where exactly, that what sustains us are friends who love us and who show us their love, who share our pain when we are in pain.By that measure Sofía and Javier and I were friends, no matter how recently we’d met. It’s true our friendship was a temporary one, it had always been certain I would leave some day, but we’d made the most of the time we had. I admit I’d thought more than once. I curled my top and bottom eyelashes generously so it'd be easier for me to throw teasing glances at men. Finally, I put on some smoky pink eye shadow to complete my look. At last but not least, I put on a blonde wig that went down to my shoulders. Upon inspecting my face in the mirror, I thought that I looked like a total slut, and I loved it. I had already painted my nails the day before to match the hot pink colors that are on my face, so thankfully I could skip out on that part. Next, I.