“Now as we roll this lip gloss appliqué around, just imagine how luscious it will make our lips look,” cooed Randy Duvall to his son Tom. “Our dates will kill for a chance to sneak off to a corner of the banquet hall, where they know we’ll tug on their belts. So, how will you ask your man for permission to make him happy?”
Tom blushed, and coquettishly sighed, “Oh Gerald… how about I show you what kind of girl I am?”
Renee smirked at her daughter’s joke. “You went off script, Tara. You know that Gerald is my date for the evening. What about his son, the handsome Anthony?”
“They’re both quite virile, Mom. Who says we can’t share them?”,
Tara winked to her role model.
The lovely brunette duo laughed as if they were born the femme fatales they acted as. After all, they came from a family of actors. But while all the world’s a stage , their female desires were no act!