He saw it was avery obvious shiny deep red gloss as he looked at himself in the rearview mirror (as well a woman might when applying lipstick or lip g...oss). Why was he looking at himself in the mirror? It was not like he was awoman was it?There was however no mistaking that he was wearing lip gloss or lipstick."Don't worry," she giggled. "It will come off in 24 hours!"As a seasoned reader of this type of story you know better. You wear lipgloss yourself and you know no lip gloss lasts for. This time, CO2 found us about ten different individuals to cash all our winning tickets. I'd go to the ones he identified to me, and hand them four or five winning tickets to cash, and a paper where I'd written down a few bets for them to make for me. I kept doing this all day, heading from one person to the next. I don't know how CO2 kept everything straight, but he did. One of the people he had told me to give the tickets to came over to me and handed me more than nine thousand dollars. I. He grabbed my hips and pulled me down as he thrust up, after several minutes I was climaxing and screaming his name like a woman possessed. He was grunting and I could tell he was close so I sat straight up and put my hands on his chest. I started rubbing his nipples with the tips of my fingers, I felt him swell as he grew closer to his climax. I lightly pinched each nipple and rode him harder and faster, he cried out my name as his cock swelled and pulsed. He was moaning loudly and thrashing. . . was too horrible to even think about. Jessie’s parents had left the day before for a few days. Her mother’s parents had been involved in a relatively minor traffic accident, and would probably need some assistance for a few days. So they drove to Valdosta in extreme South Georgia. Jessie normally lived on campus at the college about three hours away. Usually she stayed there on weekends as well, but since this was a three-day weekend she decided to come home, arriving last night well after.