My mothers jammed packed makeup drawer provided some old lipstick just a shade redder and darker than my own lips and some mascara that made my lashes look longer and stand out more. He was squeezing my ass passionately now and I really was getting excited. He was big. I leaned over further sticking my head in the window. “You don’t know what you missed.” I walked slowly away, and blew him a kiss. “What’s the matter kid? I walked up to him and reached out and grabbed his crotch, feeling the hardness of his cock in his jeans, “40 if you want me to take care of this”. I started massaging it letting the tip slide just in and out. “I think you’re really pretty”. When my parents would leave for the evening I’d strip naked, skinny on the shorts, the tight top and the shoes. “Sorry, didn’t mean anything, I just…”, I looked around trying to determine which way wasn’t going to lead to more abuse.
