You first’She smiles and nods, drops to the floor and pushes out twenty-eight in quick succession.I know I can beat that easily, but I decide to sho... off. I do twenty-eight and then use one hand to do another five before swapping to the other hand for five more.She gives me a round of applause and bows.‘Let’s finish this off, Andy. Rowing machine. First one to 100 metres.’We settle down into the machine and she does the countdown. I am determined not to lose this one and go for it. I am. I would have regretted it for a long time. She looked down shyly but up again staring at me as I think this is my cue for another kiss. This time I go more passionate as our tongues mingle. She says..."I've never done this before and it feels so good but so wrong...plus someone could see us. ". I explain to her I too have not done this so spontaneously before but explain maybe we could just go to a nearby parking lot and sit in one of our cars to talk. We pull out and go about a mile down the. The only weird moments in the entire conversation were when their eyes met and held for what seemed like an eternity. Neither could quite decide what the looks meant and neither seemed interested in questioning the growing bond between them. When the conversation settled into a lull and most of the major issues of the night were settled, Sierra stood and announced she needed to go home. It was well past dark and the drive to her house was a long one. Garret stood also to give her a hug good. There was a rash of rouge or some-such on his cheeks that seemed to createa false childish blush. And there were the lips.John could only gaze in horror as his reflection showed his mouth. Fat,pouting cocksucker lips that seemed to feminise his entire face. Lips thatconstantly had a little open 'o' unless he really willed them closed. Lipsthat were coated in a wet looking gloss, hundreds of sparkles imbeddedinto it. Fuckable lips.Fear crept into John. He no longer felt confused and unnerved,.