I lay back and I slid my hands down my curvaceous body to the top of my red g-string thong. They fit me perfectly, and the strings were nothing more t...an an eighth of an inch wide. The back came together in a small triangle that served to define the shape of my ass. I moved my thumbs between my strings and my hips and slowly pushed them down over my toned thighs, then wriggled then down over my bare feet. I threw my only remaining piece of clothing into the corner of my room and spread my legs. Your skin tingles as she touches the cosmetics to you it, bringingback erotic sensations from the night before and making your heart race.You don't see what she's doing, but you assume she's painting a harlequinmask of some kind. You give a sigh of pleasure, your cock twitching as itstarts to shrink. Still you are too enraptured with the pleasurablewarmth to notice this.Your lips feel fuller as Kala paints them, using a glittery gloss to makethem wet. Once she's done with your face, she. Maybe getting her to talk about herself was the key, ‘Really? That’s an interesting occupation, what kind?’ ‘Oh…’ she hesitated for a moment, ‘All kinds.’ ‘Interesting,’ I said rubbing my chin. The pregnant pause had set in before she said, ‘I’d like to take some pictures of you…’ Without waiting I replied, ‘Ok,’ thinking I could send them to my mother for Christmas. ‘In the nude,’ she concluded her previous sentence. Did I just hear her ask me to pose nude for her? ‘Excuse me, did you say. I was younger, okay? Today, though, she looked damn near perfect. She wasn’t all dressed up, in fact, she was the opposite. She wore her blonde hair in a pony tail that trailed halfway down her back, a pair of gray sweatpants, and a t-shirt that had some unintelligible logo on it, and at one point seemed to be red in color. A smile was fixed on her face, when wasn’t it?, and her blue eyes seemed to sparkle, despite the lack of make up, what little she used of it, anyway. Beauty is in the.