I am a man.There is nothing about a lady's lip gloss to be afraid of... What sort ofa "change" did I crave? A "change" was happening. If you are sti...l aman, you are a man wearing lip gloss I told myself! Do men wear lipgloss?"Hey, what's the idea?" I said feeling violated and trying to takecontrol.Elizabeth knew that was what I was trying to do and as she had used theweapon of her lip gloss on me and she was going to thrust forward intomy sense of identity. She led me towards the bathroom. Guy asked, “How are you feeling?”“I’m pretty wasted,” Selena answered. “I’ll probably be sick all night.”“Have you got a plastic trashcan?” Guy asked.“A little one,” Selena answered. “Why?”“I figure I’ll use the trashcan so you can have the bathroom,” Guy said. “That booze isn’t sitting too well in my stomach.”“We shouldn’t have had that last round of drinks,” Selena said.“It seemed like a good idea at the time,” Guy said.One of the cops opened the car door and said, “You can go in. I was so excited because I'm moving into a new place.And Peter, my colleague-turned-friend, is helping me. He's meeting me at my new place and helping with the organising. I imagined having a long day with him at my new apartment, ordering in and sharing a few laughs as we organise my stuff. I was thinking about him in the shower and was so lost in the idea of being next to him that I started to touch myself.That feels so good, I said to myself. I imagined him licking my pussy at that moment.. The young lady with the long, dark hair tied up behind her head, did stop for a moment. She smiled down sweetly at me before removing her left hand from my back. I returned my face to the cushion, thinking that my friend had listened to reason and tried to return my breathing to normal. The next sensation I felt was Nicola Patton’s left arm grabbing me around the waist. She held me tightly and used every ounce of strength to hold me in a vice-like grip against her blouse and skirt. She looked.