What good's the makeup if there's a beardunderneath," she joked.Then she quickly tried to take back the barb."I didn't mean anything by that, Greg. I ...as just joking about ladies withfacial hair."The joke didn't even register with Greg. He didn't think for a moment itwas directed his way. But Tisha's sudden sensitive followup made himrealize he, too, might soon be wearing some of the colorful products theywere about to being learning to apply.That's when he blushed a beet red, but tried to. I know how to help a rose bloom."Bridget was softly squeezing and kneading my breasts as she kissed my neck and Katrina was kissing my lower abdomen. Katrina slowly kissed her way to my sex which was now drizzled like grass under a leaking faucet. She then parted my thighs and lifted them over her shoulders and Charlotte pulled the ribbon softly so that I was balancing myself. I was completely lifted off of the ground.Katrina softly parted my petals and kissed my honeydew covered sex. She then. Greg and Ken started walking up the stairs, down the hallway, toward his bedroom."do you see what I mean, my mom has been nagging at me all the time", Greg said while they were in his bedroom."Oh I see, are you sure you want to do it, are you sure you want to brainwash your own mom?", Ken asked."I'm sure, now why don't you call your mom, then we'll do our homework, then we'll go down to my basement Laboratory", Greg answered."All Right, Greg", Ken replied.Another hour later Ken got permission. My pussy had soaked my cotton panties. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know if I could go through with this. A stranger would be in the room but I couldn't see her and if anybody came to the porch, they would see me. As had become a habit, my mind switched to sexual fantasy autopilot and soon I was masturbating on the basement floor. Just my fingers, the note and my thoughts. Time seemed to stand still. My fingers were still deep in my pussy but it was as if they had a mind of their own and.