In their practicing, they'd tried to walk. While they did gain some skill, their feet really hurt from the effort. "You do my makeup, and I'll do yo...rs."Vic sat Jim on the bench, then began to apply the makeup. More than Jim, he'd been terrified of putting on makeup. He had no experience, unlike Jim's drama-club enhanced skill. He was deathly afraid of looking like a zombie or mutant freak. So the boys practiced a couple of times, and by now, Vic was comfortable, if not good. The makeup. .. or serious... ready to throw in with the winning side regardless of who it was? Godamn... hadn't he wondered that all along? She was a shrewd one... with a brain like a computer and the morals of an alley- cat... She was selling them out! He watched in semi-shock as Axel placed both hands onto the cheeks of her round little ass and hauled her to him, kissing her hungrily. Her arms went up around his neck and she ground her pelvis against him. The little bitch!Madeleine continued to stare in. What was going on here? She was talking bad about her husband? Interesting. She gave the picture back and we chatted some more about different things and then she went back to her desk but gave me that look. That certain, flirty look. Hmmmmmm. About onehour later I got up (my hard on had gone down since she was over) and went over to her desk. We chatted for a while and while we did she slowly crossed and uncrossed her legs. I couldn’t look up her dress due to where I was standing but I sure. I started to kiss her, and then I sat her up and unzipped the jacket; pulled it off. Lifted her shirt; threw it behind me. And then, my hands shaking horribly, I undid the snaps on her bra. Unveiled before me was the most perfect set of boobs. They were shaped like teardrops, and were big, but visibly no sag. On them were the hardest nipples, with pepporoni shapes around them. After I sat admiring her boobs, I lifted her off the bed. I pulled down her pants, and and saw the thong. It was black,.