My blood red lipstick. No matter what I wear I always go for this lipstick. The bold color contrasts heavily with the rest of my wardrobe which is usu...ally dark. I apply it liberally to my lips, coating them in the bright red sheen while trying not to get any on my blouse. I need plenty on my lips as I am going to put them to extensive use. My lover’s cock, ass, nipples and armpits at least and then whatever else they want me to lick, suck or eat. I always end up a mess afterwards and I love. Though his bare ass now melted into the grass, even if he got a case of the "itchy's" as Sandy'd called them, he wasn't about to complain. He was still grinning as she stepped over him, lowering, and then stole his breath away.She was wet. Sopping was perhaps a better word for it. That mere thought alone never failing to make him hungry, "cock-hungry" for her he'd called it. Sandy's pussy was always so deliciously warm, slick and wet whenever he came to her. Just as it was now. Just as his. Dallas was only two and now his daddy was gone. Somehow, they’d made it through the funeral. Shelby barely spoke. Her eyes had a vacant look to them as if she too was gone. Seth took care of as many of the details as he could to make things easier for her. They moved in with him for a while so she didn’t have to be around Rex’s things. The sight of them tore her heart out. Seth found them a new apartment when she was ready to go on her own again. **** He looked so much like Rex it hurt. Wo chaillai ki tumane jaan bhuj ke maara hia waha , maine mana karta raha ki nai maine jaan ke nahi mara to wo maan nahi rahi thi. Main gusse me apne room me chala gaya. Aur chair pe baith ke padai karne ka naatak karne laga.Didi bhi pichhe se aayi. Aur usane pichhe se hi mujhe baanho me pakad liya aur uper se mere uper jhuk ke mere lips pe kiss kiya. Maine gussemebola mat karo aisa mujhe dard hota hai. Wo mere paint pe hath rakh ke boli – kyaa yaha dard hotahai. Maine kaha – haa. Ispe wo boli.