Shedemanded I put on a bit more. We each blotted our lips with tissues. Isaw a dark pink stain on the tissue where I had blotted them.She put her arm...through mine and we faced the mirror together, she in herbeautiful dark brown dress, me in her tight white slacks, a translucentgrey and black silk top with a shapely white camisole top showing fromunderneath. My pants ended in a feminine cuff revealing a bit of my bareankle. The strappy heeled sandals completed my feminine look. Our. Your fingers are on my mouth they trace the outline of my full lips, which quiver slightly in anticipation. It just takes the simple act of you forcing my mouth open and thrusting two fingers inside for the mood to change to a wild one where the metaphorical door closes behind us and for a split second I am reminded of a supermarket, no exit until you’ve been round every aisle. Already I am gasping and you’re only playing with my mouth, it’s the simple things I think to myself as you add. I'd sit there with my friends having a drink together or just conversing and I'd be thinking how they don't realise that sitting among them is a depraved (and I'm speaking from the point of view of the moral majority here) cunt of a human being who likes to get her shithole stuffed with all sorts of things, a woman whose ultimate delight is in taking the role of a bitch in heat and being a disgrace to all other real ladies. A real cunt needs to feel depraved all the time, and if it isn't, then. "She giggled then, and I smiled with her."I take it that you liked her then." Ooh yes, I was in love darling, she was the most gorgeous women in the world."I shook my head and said. "No, she wasn't." Lenny, you were three years old!" then it dawned on her, and she blushed, "Oh." Carry on mum," I said. "I want to hear everything about your life." How long have you got?" she laughed, and I told her I'd got as long as it took.It took all day and just after tea time, we took a stroll up the road to.