Sheseemed to take the excuse as genuine, but I had guilt written all over myface.My folks and I have had the sex talk, but they didn't even know I was...active with Becky, never mind that I just came home from being fucked upthe ass all night by some black dude.Lying to my folks was not something I was used to. Lying in general waspretty foreign. What did I have to lie about? I was a good, honest, hardworking k** -- who just discovered that he could possibly be a slut forcock. These things didn't. You are going to look fabulous when I am done."After shampooing my hair I was brought back to the chair and shepartitioned my hair and wheeled over a rack full of rollers. 2 hours latermy hair was permed and cut into medium length "beachy waves", she calledit. She took some extra time to add makeup, mascara, foundation, eyeliner,blush, and pink lipstick. When I finally got to see the mirror I wasshocked. My average male face was now a beautifully made up, but still notpretty feminine. I went and found a table, it had a good view of the dancefloor, I could see the guy still had his hands over her breasts, and his crotch against her ass.A couple of minutes later they both joined me at the table, Nina sat in between me and him, she introduced me to him, saying this is my boyfriend Steven.He looks at me whilst running his fingers up and down Nina’s legs, and introduces himself as Jimmy; he says I am a lucky man as my girlfriend has amazing breasts and a beautiful face.I say. This was something we -- Marilyn and Andy -- were doing.Studying together and parking after movies were things they were doing, too. She never made him feel that the touch of her sweet thighs was his pay for providing tickets and transportation. And, as he stroked up one inch higher that Tuesday, she seemed to welcome his hand. He kissed her breast and stroked her thigh, going that high but no higher, until she seemed restless. Maybe their time was up. When he straightened, she began.