I immediately began making a big show of spreading the warm slippery cum all over my tits and stomach and scooping up several fingers-full so I could ...rip some onto my outstretched tongue. The special lighting seemed to make my tits glisten. I felt a certain satisfaction by doing all this in front of a large audience while fucking a guy whose name I didn’t even know, and wondering that perhaps I could now honestly consider myself to be a genuine slut, and also a classy one.We had attracted a. I had them too, and even fuller and puffier. I had distinctivelips because of my race, but now they were obscenely painted andsensuous. Painted in a dark lilac-pink, no less, but the coating wassmeared across half my face while the natural color was visible here andthere. The natural color was a dark shade of pink, too. I squinted myeyes. Actually, the lipstick looked good on me. It really enhanced mylook."Pink is my style, isn't it?" I quavered."Sure," Phill stood there, next to me and waiting. And your kiss back felt even better.”She touched my hand and I smiled at her.“It felt good to me, too. That’s why I kissed you back,” I said softly.Eloise was quiet for a moment, staring out into the sky. Then she turned to me.“Vincent, when I told you about my father, I left out my own story. Perhaps you should hear it.”“I would like to.”Sitting back in her chair, Eloise began, “When I lived in Nice with my Uncle Paul, there was a very kind, friendly man who was a good friend of my uncle. Leo. . just as Barbra looked at me.“Jerry, you need to try these jeans on, to make sure they’ll fit down over your boots.”“Don’t you think you should step outside the fitting room first?”“No, Sherry is here with you. Don’t worry, I’m not going to molest you.”“But you’re almost naked yourself. I may molest you if you don’t cover your titties and butt.”“Okay, I’ll put this men’s shirt on while you change into those jeans.”She stripped her ripped shirt over her head and pulled her torn jeans off to.