Talk and the C.O. gets up and walks over to a cleaning supply closet just around the corner from his desk, and unlocks the door. Then he walks back to...his desk & sits down to read a newspaper. The pimp walks his sissy to the cleaning closet and turns on the light. The sissy is carrying a tub of Vaseline. He sets the Vaseline on a shelf and moves a couple of mop buckets toward the rear of the closet. Then he unwraps the towel and folds it in half and lays it on the concrete floor. A closer look. I made up my clit with sort of a really soft lavender color, working the mascara around my love button and wishing it was something more purplish. Something darker that would really make my pink clitty pop, you know?I put some blush around the fatty mound above my slit and at the soft insides where my vulva met my thighs. It was like baby powder, except it had a nice sheen to it, like a peaches and cream glow sorta, and flavored like bubblegum too. Gossip Girl makeup, yeah, but guys love that. "You two live together?" Lynn asked, maybe just a bit disappointed afterall, finding out Kay already had a lover."Roommates," Ginger said."And I was not talking about a three-way," Kay said, "but about havingone of my special homemade cosmos." I knew that," Ginger said. "Of course I'll have one. You're going tolove this, Lynn. But you should prepare to stay overnight. No one willbe left standing." I can call my mom," Lynn said, immediately regretting the admission. "Imean, you know, and. Those North Carolina late afternoons and early evenings from August to mid-November offered up warm Sun and temps, meaning Beverly stuck with the standard tank top & shorts outfit (fine with me). I suspected that on some days, she ditched the Bra once she got home. The way they pointed straight out, it made little difference whether she did, or didn't. More and more, I zeroed in on her. I had this stirring in my shorts practically every time I copped an extended view. Yet as I remember, we had.