"Okay. Let's start with the foundation." During the process she talked me through step-by-step, explaining whatshe was doing and why. First the founda...ion, then rouge, eye shadow, eyeliner, mascara and finally lipstick. I had no clue what I looked likeuntil she finished and passed me a mirror. I couldn't believe the facestaring back at me was actually me. I had never looked as femininebefore. Although the saleswoman tried to sell us some make up, my wifewas not buying, saying we already had. The idea that had been in my mind for so long kicked in. I did not want to ruin our friendship and was not certain how she would react but I reached over and slid my hand inside her panties.She was very receptive to me touching her. A couple of days later at her house and we were talking when she asked how it felt to touch another woman. I told her I liked it. She asked if I would do it again. Already in just panties and a top, I reached inside her pants and began to rub her again. I could see. Trisha came down and I said ‘OK, put on the eye make up on the picture, just like you do on your self. She sat in my chair as Jenna coached her as she applied it on the picture. “Perfect”, said Jenna as they stood upand both hugged me, Jenn’s firm boobs planted in my chest and side.I had to sit down as my boner was trying to bust out of my pants. I took a break, then Trisha pulled on me to go to the living room couch. Jenna called somebody on her cell phone and jabbered on and on. Trisha sat on. Something very important indeed. But then she would swing back into her own world, and the certainty would go with her.It was almost two hours before he tired. The energy which she surrendered made him capable of feats of endurance the like of which he would never previously have dreamed. But in the end exhaustion overtook him and he was forced to retreat, slumping into a stool adjacent to the bar. He thought then that he had lost his opportunity, that she would continue to dance into the dawn,.