He handed me a tube of lipstick. I just stared at him and he nodded his head. I wasn't sure how to put on lipstick, but had seen it done on TV and in ...ovies, so I painted the curve of my lips and smacked them a little. I looked at them for approval. Their devious smiles told me that the soft pink lipstick had been applied correctly."Take off your shorts bitch."When I hesitated Pete smacked my face. Quickly, I slid the tight jean shorts off and stood there in my thong, bra and white running. By this time we were all a bit giggly already.I took Mary-Ann to my room, after covering up again. I was a bit shy. She chose a leopard print tankini and proceeded to take off her clothes. She must have noticed me eyeing first her small erect nipples, then flat tummy, right down to her shaved lips. I noticed a wet patch on her panties when she took them off and could literally feel my own pussy heating up at the sight."You have a very nice body," I said to her.She looked a bit surprised as she. “Hot damn, mister! You act like you’ve never been in my pants or even kissed me before!” Becky teased her new bridegroom.“I have, but they were kinda tight for a chubby hombre like me!” Liam teased her back, making her snicker in response.“My Irish-Mexican stud!” Becky replied with another steamy French kiss.“My Jewish-American Princess!” Liam answered with some tongue of his own.“And both of you Gods now, in case you forgot those Crowns on your heads,” I observed, pulling my sister and. We struck up a friendship, going out to lunch a couple times a week, and arranging to meet for dinner and/or drinks after work, once in a while. I was in love with her. She was special. College educated, she was very personable. Only, she had a boyfriend, lots of boyfriends, I found out later, and I was married. Besides, she was eight years younger than me. To most guys, the age difference is a turn on but for me, it bothered me. We were from different times. She was 28-years-old and I was.