I thought I would look like an absolute clownif I attempted to fix my face up with makeup. But I was intriguednonetheless. I wondered what I would loo... like if I was made up by aprofessional, and what the total package would look like if I waswearing a wig. While taking a walk I made up my mind: I would make an appointment andsee what Simone really looked like. When the fateful day arrived, I packed my bag of women's clothing andprepared for the drive down to the salon. The drive went quickly,. Because Kelly was a virgin didn't mean that she was ignorant to the act of sex. She would sit back and listen to her friends tell their stories and get excited. She would rush home and run to her room and imagine the stories she had heard and rub her clit slowly so she wouldn't cum too fast. Kelly decided she was going to masterbate her first night in her apartment without being worried about getting caught. She stripped while in the living room and began to pull on her nipples. She had always. Barely had she taken a step towards the living room door when she felt a hand grip her upper arm painfully tightly, turning her head she saw it was her own son that was holding her back."Going somewhere, mother dear?" Mark sneered at her "I don't think so. Now, STRIP!"He turned her around and pushed her further into the room, Amanda couldn't believe what was happening, it was like some bad dream, a nightmare that she wished she could wake up from."Mark, please..." she pleaded with him."Oh fuck. I want my body to be as free as my mind." I glanced over at her, wondering what she was thinking. Though we were quiet, it didn't feel awkward. The quiet felt good after such an intense afternoon of role playing being Mary Jane and the towel fight and the wild sex we just experienced. Sherry looked over at me and I glanced at her and smiled, then she turned back to look out the window. It felt peaceful in the truck."Turn here," she said, pointing, "The restaurant is up this road about a.