Melissa directed me to look up and then down as she applied thick black mascara. Next she placed my favorite Maybelline "Red, Red Wine" wet-shine diam...nd lipstick upon my lips. She then placed my black wig upon my head and combed it for several minutes. Melissa then placed red fingernails upon my fingertips. After gluing them down she placed a final coat of polish onto them. Then she finished by spraying me with a very lovely and feminine perfume of hers. Smelling her perfume upon me drove my. “The girls at school don’t have your class Mom; they don’t dress nice like you; they don’t wear makeup and perfume you like you.”David blushed a deep crimson.“They don’t wear nice nylons and high-heels like you.”“They wear jeans and shorts and boring clothes and sneakers or sandals. They are proud that they don’t wear makeup and pantyhose; they claim they are emancipated and won’t be bound by the past generation’s values.”Michele laughed to hear her son so vehemently disparage the teenage girls. ?Thirteen.?Marie was hitting my cunt with all her strength and we both thrust our bodies forward in time with the hellish, regular rhythm of the belt, me to meet the stroke, she to deliver it! And it hurt, Max, of course it fucking hurt, but deep in my tortured body, deep between my legs, deep within my abused cunt, I could feel the tension grow; a warm, sweet, tension which spread through me with every stroke of the belt between my legs and burned my body with a fire and a passion that. That look in his eyes is not just lust. I have seen that many times in the eyes of the stagehands, but he has the same look in his eyes when he looks at me as Raoul and Meg have when they look at one another. Do I have that look in my eyes when I look upon him? Do I love him? Do I even know what love is? Of course I do! My father loved me. Why am I suddenly so full of doubt? Must I destroy every good thing that life puts in my path? Why can I not simply accept this man's love and leave the past.