I had some of my own, but very little and none of it was serious. Like bubble gum lipstick and some rouge, glitter eye shadow. It was all kid's stuff ...and I always wanted to wear the real stuff, but Mom always said I was too young."Just don't overdo it." She nodded. "All you really need is some lipstick; see if I have one that matches your new skirt." Okay, sure." That was actually the first bit of good news I'd heard all afternoon, but it was weak compensation for all the other stuff."Our guest. I couldn’t take alot in, so I used my hand like I had seen on the many porno’s I had watched. This clearly made a difference to both Joel and Sophie who both wanted me to continue. I needed to take a breath so as I came up Sophie’s mouth met mine at the tip of Joel’s cock and we used our tongues to lick the head of his cock and we kissed, the taste of his pre-cum was nice, he was going to cum soon. Sophie wanted a change of positions. She told Joel to get off the bed and me to sit on the. On and on, you licked me. Harder, faster, and deeper until you noticed that another orgasm was emerging. Your hands dug into my buttocks and pressed me even closer to your face. I came a second time on a scream, and this time my legs would have given way if you hadn’t held me upright with your strong arms.You looked me in the face. My hair was messy, and my cheeks glowed fiery red. You smiled at me and gave me a smile like a cat that has secretly nibbled on the milk.Unexpectedly, you shot up to. We'd usually go to dinner a couple of times, and to a play or to a movie we both wanted to see, and we'd have at least one quiet evening at home when we'd catch up on what had been going on in our lives in the interim.Mom had a coterie of friends, mostly women her age, in their early 50s. She never gave the impression of being lonely although I wasn't aware that she dated any men, at least none she ever mentioned. She didn't seem particularly interested in finding a man although she was.