Yikes,” Kelly exclaimed, nodding to herself as if realizing something. “I get it. That’s some tough luck, having the days for the convention fall right on that time.” “Uh... that time?” Stephanie asked. “Yeah, that time of the month. You’re on the rag, huh?” “On the rag?” Stephanie repeated, appalled. “No, it isn’t... uhm, it isn’t that time of the month for me. I’m not on my period. Not menstruating.” “What’s the holdup then, this amateur guy not gettin’ your juices goin’?” Kelly asked. “He... no, um,” Stephanie protested awkwardly, blood rushing to her face, “It’s, well, he is getting my japanese jui... uh, he does make me—um. It-it’s not him. Him ah, h-he isn’t the problem. I am.” “...Oh? Be still my little monster girl, almost done,” Kelly chided as she carefully finished fetish applying eyeliner on the floundering girl. She realized her efforts had pushed this shy little geek girl far out of the realm where a simple deor like ‘cute’ was going to cut it. The makeup enhanced and exaggerated her innocent charm, an already cute face becoming distinctive and glamorous, the sort of flawless visage one would expect to see gazing out of cumshot a magazine cover or amidst the set of a romantic drama movie. She proudly returned the pair of glasses to Stephanie with exaggerated care, as though crowning a tiara on a princess. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” Stephanie breathed, “With him. With myself, my, uh, the situation... the whole... sex... thing. I’m not prepared, I never thought th-that, uh...” “In over your head, huh?” Kelly observed, trying not to smirk. And to think, when I talk shop with other girls, it’s usually us trying to one-up each other. “You ever like, you know—finger yourself or anything?” “No, no,” Stephanie answered without much hesitation, “I’ve... I was going to, but... um... ” “You’re a real trip, you know that?” Kelly chuckled, giving the girl a reassuring smile as she shuffled her cosmetics back into the depths of her purse. “I’m actually ah, a little curious also, about... about you,” Stephanie said awkwardly, “You don’t seem to be interested in things like anime, why—uh, why did you come to AnimeCon?” Yeah, reeealll smooth change o’ subject there, Kelly thought to herself in amusement. But whatever, s’your funeral. Hope you at least get him to wear the condom. “I was interested once,” Kelly answered, a teasing look in her eyes, “I was actually here at this very convention three years ago, wore asian a costume and everything.” He held her legs up in the air and cumshot slipped his hard cock into her wet pussy! That, of course, was fetish a lie. “Let me see!” It was a Saturday afternoon and he knew his girls were scarce around the house on weekends. Barb opened her lips to accept his tongue, and the two started kissing passionately. He did so and she japanese wrapped him in a tight embrace, careful to give his hand enough room to do what it needed to do. He replied. I gasped amateur as his goatee rasped against my lips and chin. “You don’t have the stamina for that.” Sara’s bangs dropped below her deepening brow, and she put her hand on her hilt, “Or the balls.” “So, where’s your father?” asian “Um, sorry, quick question…” Miranda interrupts.