”“I wish I was that confident.”“It’ll come son, it’ll come.”“When?” I asked.“And that my son is the question of the ages.”He lef...t me, at least I was feeling less depressed. I pulled out my Julius Caesar book, and had a quick run through a couple of scenes. I’d just reached the point where Caesar exclaims ‘“Et tu Brute’ and expires when my phone rang. It was Cal letting me know that they’d reached the airport and were in the queue to check in. Her Mum was going with her to Munich, staying. In our new neighborhood, i had no friends but my sister had this friend called Kit who lived next to our house. Kit was the same age with my sister she had a very sexy body which i always admired whenever Kit visited our house. I always eyed my sister’s friend Kit she had a big boobs and was very sexy too i always imaged me having sex with her but it was just a fantasy since my younger sister Kim was always with her.On this faithful Sunday, Kit visited our house and our parents were not around:. He slid his lips down my face and began to kiss my neck as he slid his hands over every inch of my long legs, around the curve of my hips and the dip of my waist, all the way up to my lacy black bra, cupping his hands around my concealed breasts gently. He began to stroke them on the exposed tops, kissing them sweetly. Slowly he eased one hand under my back and unclasped the bra, sliding the straps off my shoulder and finally removing it completely.I blushed as he gazed in admiration upon my. A thick coat of foundation, some glittery pink eye shadow with thick mascara to again make my already long eyelashes stand out even more. Following that was some blush with more girly glitter mixed in with it. Next he applied what felt like three coats of lipstick followed by another two coats of lip gloss - again, with glitter mixed in. He stepped out of the way and I looked at my face. Whereas last time I was made to look like nothing but a whore that you would see on the side of the road,.