.. maybe five foot five? Brown hair, medium length, glossy. Grey eyes. Figure? Hard to tell in baggy jeans and hoodies. What really caught the eye, th...ugh was her birthmark. I think they call it a 'port wine' mark and it covered maybe half the right side of her face. It's sort of embarrassing. You see it and there's a sort of horrible fascination and you drag your gaze away. Unless, of course you're the sort of person that enjoys making fun and humiliating someone that can't help the way they. You should divorce me and marry someone who can be happy with you." I see." There was a long pause, during which neither looked at the other. "Supposing," Henry Knott struggled for the right words, "supposing you lived with me, but I found satisfaction elsewhere?" Do you want to do something like that? I would hate that your mistress didn't have the, I don't know ... status? What I'm going through here, I wouldn't feel good about you buying a woman just for sex." There's a new regulation, you. "I can't sleep in jeans silly." She fumbles with her belt buckle and I help her, sliding off her pants to reveal her pink G-string and unbelievable legs, their golden hue matching the rest of her orgasmic body. blood shoots into my penis and lust fills my mind, her beauty enchanting. "I'll be right back," I mutter. "Where ya goin?" she asks, to which I give no answer.I peek in Kayli's open door across the living room, making sure my sister is asleep before closing the door. I go back to my room. Usually I just get the helter-skelter look and a neutral straight-sided glass. If the bar-tender is particularly cocky, he might look you directly in the eye and ask if it's for a man or a lady. You could always stare right back at him and say, truthfully, 'yes', but don't expect him to work out the logic.He gave me my half in a straight-sided glass, with a funny look and a mumbled 'cheers'. Not one of my better days then! Too ugly to be a woman, too feminine to be a proper man. Oh hum. Still,.