It doesn't feel natural. It feels fake and contrived. But still, it is anecessity for me to wear in public, so I have become an expert student ofmy o...wn face. I never imagined how much time I would spend looking at myown face, experimenting with different shades and techniques. There is askill and an art to it, for sure, and for a long time, I sort of resentedhaving to practice. But E has always insisted that I "work on my face"for at least half an hour each day. When I complained that it. I was also out of my control. I put my lips on her lips and started sucking them. My tongue was exploring her mouth and she too responded me very well. My hands were still on her large boobs squeezing them. This went for about 15 min. and during this period I made her lips dry by licking all her juices from her mouth and the feeling we got was great. It was my first time and I did not know this could give so much pleasure. I then put the pallu of her saree down and started unhooking her blouse.. Ken grabbed his sister's arm. "Whoa! Wait a minute. How do you know she really likes me? She told you?"Marie rolled her eyes. "Well duh! She doesn't have to tell me. All she ever does is ask about you. She asks if you live with me and mom. She asked what TV station you worked in. She asked if you had a girlfriend and how old you were ... blah, blah blah. I mean when I'm interested I a guy I ask about him."Ken blushed. "Yeah? Why didn't you ever tell me before?" You never asked."Ken hugged her.. I hate you," she snarled, standing up and storming out of the room. Talk about not being able to take a joke. I rolled my eyes, and flopped out on the couch. Turning off the movie, I turned the channel to Jerry Springer. After awhile, I thought I heard something. I couldn\\\'t make out what it was. Pausing the television, I listened. It was coming from upstairs. I followed the voice, and it lead me to my sister\\\'s room. Opening the door I found her, sitting on her bed... crying! I never.