I needed him to lead and show me. I'm too meek on my own. But if ... once, just once ... he died a year ago. I guess that's the crux of it. I should'v...e started with that. I haven't had a whole lot of fun since then. But if I could ... just once ... that would be a good beat to die on. Yes. That would be fine."This was brilliant! I tried not to burst into laughter. Or start crying. The man had come up with the one counteroffer we absolutely couldn't accept. And, simultaneously, he had all but. I don't want you leaking everywhere!" I sat down on a soft pink drying towel. "Now, let's get you finished!"Jen started to rub cream on my face; it was cold, as she expertly covered my face. She was really quick, as she started to add powder to certain parts of my face, then she was brushing my eyes with eyeliner, mascara, and more make up on my eyelids. Jen was very precise, she didn't talk. I didn't speak either. Jen then got a lipstick pencil and started to etch out over my lips, then she. We chatted like everyone else does about what's going on in our lives. When it got to talking about our own sex lives we found we were both in the same boat. Both of our mates were no longer interested in sex, in any way. The more we talked the more we realized we both enjoyed some of the same things. But we never did anything about it.Then one day she came over so I could make her a music CD. I wanted to see how receptive she might be to a little fun so before she got here I headed to my. He was gratified with her response when he attacked her ass. It would have been a shame if one that nice weren’t sensitive. As he wormed his tongue into her brown eye, she pushed back into his face like a cat in heat.Rebecca gasped in wonder as his tongue pushed into her back there. Nothing in her twenty-seven years had prepared her for anything like this. With a will of its own, her bottom took on the rhythm of his thrusting lingual appendage. This was so wanton, so unlike her, but oh so good..