I stopped her body from falling over me with my free hand to her throat. The sudden choke filled her eyes with fear, and her breath quickened. I whisp...ered with a smirk across my face, “Good girl,” and leaned in for a kiss. Her mouth opened to let my tongue in.The kiss grew in passion, and she completely melted into me, giving in to my every desire. I felt a familiar tingle in my pussy at the thought that I was being watched. Pulling her into me even more with my hands around her hips and our. Oh well. At least I always had their wardrobes to steal from. One benefit to living in a Latin household is that all of the curvy girls had clothes that stretched. First I apply my mascara and eyeliner. Not too gaudy, just enough to make my eyes stand out. Next is my foundation. I’ve never been much of a fan of the stuff, but given that even if I shave my face completely smooth, you can see where my beard normally is. That’s not at all ladylike and I won’t stand for it. Next is my lipstick.. I used to enjoy looking at her beauties. As there would be no one in the house because every one used to go to their works and I was left alone with three women in the house. My mom and two sisters in law and I never really looked at them but I used to enjoy my moms beauties. Her 40% white hair, her stiff breasts used to tempt me. This continued for a few days. Then I began to wonder how my dad resists such a beauty. I know they are not having sex because they always sleep in separate rooms. I. I was only sixteen years old and had been brought up in a small west Texas town. The hormones that affect every young man about that age had me sneaking off every chance I got to look at an old Penthouse magazine that I had hidden in the garage. I had found the magazine in the alley that ran behind the houses on our street. It was a time before the Internet and the explosion of porn today. A time when young guys jacked off to the lingerie models in the sears catalog. My parents both worked.