They were bright bubble-gum pinkwith a nice shine to them, looking like they were wet.To Marcy's horror she had to admit that those lips looked amazin..., apair she wouldn't have minded shoving her cock between if she could.Their wet look and the full pouty shape just made them look sofuckable. She didn't want fuckable looking lips, especially not sincethat delivery driver would be coming around shortly."Ath you've theen I coloured outthide the lineth of your real lipth. Ifyou then fill it up. "Stealing the attention of my son, are you? Rachel, when in the world are you going to get married and have a couple of your own?" I don't know Pat. It seems every guy I meet is married or gay. Or both. And heck, I've got 25 children right now. Where would I fit any more?" They both laughed. As Pat turned towards the door, Rachel called after her. "Pat, don't forget about the fund raiser next week. We're counting on you to do your magic act." Okay Rachel." Pat walked over to her son and kissed. It was me having the experience too. Somehow I thinkmy getting turned on was affecting Anne, just like back at the house."I couldn't find anything good. Do you want to go to dinner instead?" Heasked.I was getting wet. He was inviting me out to dinner. A man was going tofeed me and treat me like a lady. Oh, God. I got wetter. I knew I/we hadto do something."Maybe we could spend some time here first." I said, suddenly feeling incontrol once again.I still don't know if I was; but what's the. " Suddenly the lips parted in a crooked-toothed laugh."Hahahaha! Leave him, Jaz. He's all right." he said, roughly mussing up my hair. Maybe a bit too roughly - though better than a broken nose. I started breathing again. But Jaz was not convinced. He was baring an even uglier set of teeth in a vicious snarl."Makes me sick! Fuckin sick. Fuckin queer cunt!!" Suddenly he lunged at me, and I turned away, trying to protect myself from the assault. But it didn't come. I looked up, and saw Derek's.