She pointed at the mirror for me to watch as she applied it to my face. I was grateful that I learned to be patient with the girls when they did this ...o me."The girls are too heavy with the make-up," explained Christine as she worked on me. "A lighter touch is what you need to bring out your fine feminine features.I hated when she talked like this. Oh, how I hated it. Feminine features? Argh!Christine was quick and she was good. My face ended up looking very feminine. Curses to her skill!"What. Guys and gals this is my first story in iss please forgive me for my grammatical mistakes and language. Here I go, it happened few months ago I used to go for extra classes for post graduation in Mumbai with my girlfriend, I was in relationship from past 3 years, and so we used to go classes daily. From the first of the day I saw a girl there with a big eyes wore a salwar kurta with a wonderful lips and a great height; yes she was a Rashi, there I forgot about my gf. Yes let me tell about her. I lifted her shirt and was pleased to find she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her perfectly round breasts were flushed, and her nipples were hard and pink. I trailed my kisses down to her sexy erect nipples and sucked on each of them, just like she had sucked on my toes. I then trailed my hand down her side and rubbed her pussy on the outside of jeans. Kate moaned as I opened her tight jeans and peeled them off of her.I gazed lustfully down to the G-string underwear that barely covered her already wet. Can’t deny what we are. Never compromise with excuses, never forget. So, yeah, ten years and three months. Only know that because Artie reminded me last week. Like drug addict in recovery, like drunk in program–except when I fall, others do, too. Fell today. Quiet parts of me ask ‘Why?’, louder parts ask ‘When next?’. Locked in middle is me and body of suspect in most recent job. Body is innocent. Found out two minutes ago. Ten years. Three months. Two minutes. Half-second. Body and me sitting.