..'' She giggled. She really was enjoying this evening’s discovery. Grace patted her lap. I slowly got to my feet and moved closer. She took my hand...and once again tugged me towards her closer, I rested my elbows on the sofa as I went over her lap. She stroked my bum and played with the edges of my black panties. My mind was racing with anticipation.'' Now, if it is too much just say 'RED' okay?'' She squeezed my cheeks and lightly dug in her fingernails ''...and I'd like it if you asked me for. I don't say anything for a few minutes, afraid to push too far. I can't take the silence anymore and have to know. "Why are you asking, Meg?"Her face flushes even deeper red. She mumbles something about just wondering. Again, I get my hand under her chin and bring her eyes up to mine. I refuse to let her get away without saying more. "Come on Meg; it's me. You know we can talk about anything. Why are you asking? Come on babe, talk to me." I gently prod trying to get her to say something.. I decided to start putting the cream on her thighs and legs at which point i felt her hand on my shorts. she was taking out my now semi erection and was slowly masterbating it.I was now having a problem with controlling my self and wondering how far this woman wanted to take this.I pulled her bikini bottoms to one side as i let my tongue work its way onto her moist clit. with my other finger working into her wet pussy i was now really beginning to enjoy this.She spread her legs wider for me as. What is surprising is thatpart of me hopes it's true. If I have to do this, then I at least wantto look a little pretty."Good girl," she says.Now she is sponging something else on my face, a thicker cream of somekind. Then she pats my face down with a fluffy pad. Then I feel a largesoft brush swish against my cheekbones.I don't know how many products are on my face now, how many substances,all of which have some purpose I'm not aware of other than to make melook more feminine. And pretty. I.