I was so embarrassed standing there in my black miniskirt, black fishnet stockings and black high heels. So he stopped and started talking to me in a ...sarcastic way.The neighbours were out looking over at me and talking, so I told him to go away. He said "only if you come to my flat within the next 10 to 15 minutes, I agreed just to get rid of him.Then that when it donned on me that I would have to go or he might tell people in the neighbourhood what I was doing the other night. I waited till. "All right, this color is called 'Hazel Mist', let's see how it looks," and she began applying it to my left eye. "This one is called Champagne Gold'," and my right eye got the same gentle treatment with the different color. "Hmmm? I think I like the Champagne Gold. What do you think?"Again I nodded my agreement and Lisa smiled back at me. For twenty minutes she brushed, applied, checked, highlighted, and taught me about make-up. I was like a sponge trying to soak up every word, watching every. I pretended to ignore what he was doing as his hand slowly crept around between my knees, his fingers trailing across my skin. "What did you do today?" I heard him ask from somewhere outside the swirling fog that was filling my brain. "Uh, Nika and I went . . . farm . . ." I mumbled as I felt his warm, soft fingers inching off my knee and onto my inner thigh, "chickens, uh, cows, garden . . ." I mumbled on, my rattled brain incapable of linking words together to form a sentence. The tips of his. If she knew half the shit we got up to Jon would have been grounded for years. Hell, she probably would have grounded me too. However, honestly this just made her hotter in my eyes. Watching this intensely authoritative milf with amazing feet yell at us got me hard every time. One day after she finished yelling at us for God knows what (it is far too long ago to remember those specifics) Jon was super pissed off and decided to go take a shower. Jon took really long showers, especially when he.