She had eye makeup to match ... sorta. One eye was dramatic Goth ... a fake tattoo of a tear at the corner of her eye, deep black eye shadow that woul... have been too much for a raccoon. The other eye was done in stop-light red, and when she closed her eyes, she had wide-open eyes painted on her lids – like Jack Sparrow did. Her upper lip was painted in metallic blue and the bottom lip was a maroon color. It looked like Jackson Pollock had thrown up on her head.She rotated through various colors. .."Irene chimed in, "Yes, what a good boy you are being, dear. Your testicles are so big and full for us this morning. I'm sure you'll soon be giving us some nice big-boy spurts of semen soon and fill up the sample cup for us, won't you dear? But not too soon, dear, because we have to build up the stimulation slowly, don't we? Yes, such a good boy knows that his Aunt Irene and Aunty Daphne know what's best for his penis. And we know just how to stroke your penis gently and rub your sweet testes. I met this mature guy on a flight while coming back from Bangalore. I had gone to Bangalore for office work and had taken a really early flight in the morning.The return flight was late in the night and it was delayed by almost an hour. I was tired and I tried to take a small nap while I was on the flight. Unfortunately, the nap lasted for only 20 minutes or so and I woke up due to small turbulence. I opened my eyes and glanced over. The mature guy was sitting next to me and reading something. Really, what else could go wrong? She'd run out of anti-antiperspirant, and it was hot as hell in this god forsaken JUNGLE and she was sweating like a pig AND there was no fucking place to buy more. At least until she could get to a town. Her period had started, so in addition to the horrible cramps it always brought, she had managed to misplace her box of tampons. She had none, and all of her panties were white (what the hell had she been thinking when she packed?) and expensive. She wasn't.