She was putting foundation, blusherand mascara on my face and I was otherwise dressed as a lady like her.I was woken by a woman's voice calling, "Mari...e, Marie, wake up." Who's Marie?" I asked opening my eyes grogily."Come in and take a look in the mirror."I looked in the mirror. I had a bikini tan on my chest. I later foundout that Jenny had arranged this by arranging a bra in such a manner tocreate the tan lines of a bikini."You said I could call you Marie if you ever had a bikini tan and. As a curious, sex-mad (even more so than now) youth I had enjoyed masturbating into fresh used condoms discarded at the local “lovers lanes”, fantasising about the strangers cunts and cocks that had been in such intimate contact and using the sperm deposited within as a lube to wank with – quite possibly in part the origin of my current enjoyment of cream-pies and sloppy seconds as I later discovered were the terms for my minor fetish. So here in part was a possible option and I started to. But we also believe admission to that Heaven or that Hell is dependent on your deeds here in this life, not on the beliefs you hold or the deity you chose to worship. We believe your afterlife, if there is such a thing, is probably a reflection of the pain you have caused others throughout your lifetime. We believe pleasure is a virtue to be embraced and shared, not to be ashamed of and hidden." No shit?" Ken said in wonder, finding, much to his astonishment, that her religious theories. Finishing, I zipped up and flushed. Then I walked out of the door, and something collided with me, I did not know what. Excuse me, I should say I did not know whom. It took me a full three seconds to realize that the person sucking my face was the very same person the handsome boy who was sitting across the table. Mmmph I yelled out in surprise, but he silenced me. I started to kiss back, something he seemed to enjoy immensely. We stood there making out for about a minute, it was heaven on.