. only a little mascara on her eyelashes and lip gloss on her lips. Actually, her dark eyes didn't need anything more to make bring out their loveline...s. Her lips were full and... he'd already admitted it to himself... very inviting. He knew when he stood, the top of her head was right at his chin; she was probably five feet and maybe six, seven inches tall. She had a slender body with generous curves at the breast and hips, and her legs... from what little he'd caught in quick peeks... were. He realized he had to choose his words carefully."Baby, listen... you're not going to die... and neither am I, okay?" She continued to quiver in his arms. He hugged her tighter."Barb, listen to me... you're not going to die." He shook her tenderly. "And I'm going to be around to aggravate you 'til you're old and toothless and can't walk without a cane. You understand? You are not about to die and I'm not either." Barbara quieted in his arms."But you've been so sick. You've got..." A bad case of. As the view swims into focus, a delighted grin spreads across your handsome face. This is the first time you’ve seen what I’m wearing for you, and the look on your face more than signals your approval. You take in the black hold-ups, and matching black and red bra and thong, hugging my curves. I’m sat straddled across your chest, and you can see the damp patch spreading across the flimsy material of my thong. As you watch, I reach behind me, deftly unhooking my bra, exposing my full breasts. I. ." "You don't have to understand it," Kiana replied, "why don't you just try some, it can't hurt any!?!" Before I do," Willa said slowly, "did it, I mean, did it really improve your sex life, I mean is it better for you now?!?" "Look at my clit, girl," Kiana replied, "it's always hard now, and totally engorged, and my lips are always flushed and open, and I'm always damp, I've even started wearing a thick feminine napkin because it constantly rubs against my clit, giving me orgasms all day.