I was confused and maybe a bit shocked. I knew that pussy was a word for vagina, but aside from drying it off after a shower and using tampons, I neve...r touched it."No, why would I do that?" I said."Because it feels great!" Kathy blurted.I was really shocked. I had always thought of my vagina as a kind of dirty place, a place to cover up as much as possible. I just looked at Kathy and couldn't think of anything to say."Wow you really don't know, do you? Want me to show you?" asked Kathy.Now my. You need help. Your make up skills are rubbish."What followed was a two and a half hour hour long introduction to thebasics of make up. She started by examining my small accumulation ofcosmetics She unzipped the bag I had brought her and tipped thecontents onto her bed. She picked up the first item, a tube offoundation."Crap," she declared, and tossed it into the bin."Hey, that's mine," I complained."It's cheap crap that will do you more harm than good." She picked ablush compact. "Crap."The. I figured I needed to backpedal at this point. ‘Nah, I was just super excited to see you,’ and at that I jabbed his chest with my finger. His lip twitched and for a moment, I think he believed me. ‘No one’s excited to see me unless you’re my mother.’ ‘Horrifying thought.’ ‘Horrifying to say the least. Mum’s an animal,’ he stuttered, ‘I mean—’ ‘That’s an awful pun.’ His face reddened, ‘Whatever.’ ‘We’re standing in a pet store and you say your mom—’ ‘I bet you’re a real animal, Ruthie.’ His. Johnson was professionally dressed, about 6'3" tall, muscular, attractive, and bald headed. We introduced ourselves, sat down, and Mr. Johnson ordered us all drinks. He asked me to sit next to him and I did so. At his request, I wore a loose fitting white blouse with no bra, and a short black skirt. Mr. Johnson immediately took charge and we discussed what I wanted and my limitations. We were very comfortable with him and were very turned on as well. Mr. Johnson bought several rounds of drinks,.