As I closed the door behind me, she turned to look at me. Her face was made-up just like a teenager. The red on the cheeks and green eye shadow were a...little too heavy. Her lips were coated in a cherry red gloss. Looking through the make-up it suddenly occurred to me why she looked familiar. I didn’t know my wife when she was a teenager and had never seen her dressed like this before. All I could do was stand there and stare. “I’m working on my homework honey. If you want to sit with me while I. Chris and i have put everything in the past and became friends. late nights of movie watching. Id make him paint my toe nails even though i know he hates it. i love when you paint my nails. but i know you hate it i love painting your nails. why would i hate it? i dont know you just dont seem like the type well what is my type? manly we began to laugh. all the memories of Sky have left my mind completely. i havent seen him in a long time and Im beginning to enjoy my freedom. thanks for being. I’m no high roller. Just looking for Lady Luck.” Her mouth opened in a huge smile. “Mmmm, do you consider me the Lady or the Luck?”I immediately realized the double entendre of my Lady Luck reference and felt awful. “Oh Desiree, I didn’t mean it like that!” I stammered like an amateur. “Hmm. Too bad,” she answered and then laughed girlishly. I laughed with relief and put my hand on hers. She put her fingernails against my leg and pressed lightly. I winked at her and leaned closer to her. “Well,. The only benefit was that I never really got close to the point where I felt like I had to pee during the few minutes it lasted.I nearly cried out with dismay when I felt her mouth suddenly leave my penis, but I perked up quickly when she moved next to me and pulled her own pants down. She took my hand and placed it right on top of her soft, warm vulva. She had the smoothest, softest skin down there that I'd ever felt.She whispered into my ear that she wanted me to put my finger inside her..