At the risk of repeating myself, I was, still, uncertain how this could possibly lead anywhere I wanted to go. That is, aside from into a teenager’s...pants. Once into those pants, I could imagine multiple varieties of unpleasantness. Not certain I was eager to take that path into unknown problems.“So, you have been considering how this could go wrong, haven’t you?”She stopped, and looked at me. “Yep. You remember our conversations about Ben and his street fighting cred? Or lack thereof?”“Uh-huh,. "Jessie looked at himself in the mirror. He looked different somehow. Heknew that there was something very odd about checking his makeup in themirror of a women's restroom but he couldn't place it."I think my lips may need some more gloss maybe?" he ventured a guess."Yeah, I think they do. You want to apply it or should I?" I can do it I think," he said as he popped the cap off the pinkshimmery lip gloss. He carefully and slowly ran the tips over his topand bottom lip until his lips were coated. I lost it I started screaming on Drakes dick and I could feel my puss contract on Drues dick. He groaned and pounded my pussy harder while I came. I went limp and Drue kept me from falling. They both helped me onto the bed. Drake put my ankles on his shoulders and he slid his cock into my pussy. Drue knew my mouth was hurting so he started to massage my tits and smack his cock against my nipples. My tits were bouncing while Drake pounded my pussy. Drue reached down and started rubbing my clit. “No ma’am, my roommates would make fun of me and my co-workers too. I couldn’t wear polish all the time.”She pursed her lips and looked thoughtful, “You’ll never be happy trying to satisfy everybody, Dave. Concentrate on satisfying me, and I’m sure you’ll be happy. For instance, I’m sure you’re happy now, aren’t you?” The smirk was back.He hesitated for the briefest second before he said, “Yes, Miss Jordan.”The nail polish dried, they went to work on his face. Base, mascara, a little blush.