The color was intense, it would draw attention and would be remembered. Heavy eye shadow and makeup followed, blue eyeshadow heavily done to match the...dress, and the rest done to make her face look a little more Japanese and gender ambiguous. (It is a culture/lifestyle in Japan.) People always look closer when they are not sure, and I was confident that the more they looked, the less truth they would see. Just for fun some bright red wax was carefully brushed on to her nipples, and her labials. I pulled on a t-shirt and made my way downstairs to make some lunch. When I got down, I stopped in my tracks. Sitting there on the sofa was Tara, red-eyed and crying into her soft blonde hair. Oh god, what if she heard me? Suddenly very aware that I was half naked, I sat down next to her and put me arm around her. "Sweetie, what's up?" "Jake dumped me!" She cried harder. "Why? You've been going out for almost a year" "He said he was bored by waiting for me to be ready." "Ready?" I was lost, and. He stretched her arms above her head and secured her wriststo a bar just below the mattress. Then he lowered her legs on either sideof the couch, reaching underneath it to tie her ankles securely together,pushing her legs wide apart, exposing her sex. She had pouting labia and a hood that barely concealed the very prominentbud of her clitoris. Dawson smiled to himself when he saw the short, straypubic hair between her legs. She had been careless and it was going to costher dearly. Craig would. Her head rocked back, basking in the attention. Her back arched and she thrust out her chest, spinning slowly and then she bent forward again. Her hands found their way to her bare outer thighs. The grace with which her legs entertwined at that moment was mesmerizing. My wife had a slight sheen of perspiration on her skin, glowing in the light. She d**g her palms up her thighs, to rest on her swaying hips; through the blades of her grass skirt. The skirt flittered in the movement, revealing a.