The phone beeped again to let me know the message downloaded. I looked at my phone and saw a picture on my screen. ‘Good morning!’ were the words ...elow the picture. I looked at the picture and to my surprise, it was a picture of Marsha standing in front of a mirror wearing a pair of pink panties and a tight pink shirt, hugging against her body. I could not help but smile and feel my groin stir again. It was going to be a great day indeed. There was an extra pep in my step as I walked across. " That is what's next," she said, "pay close attention to what I tell youor when you have to do it by yourself you will be lost." She told me toopen the base, it was honey beige, she went on put some on your fingertip look at the make-up mirror not at me. Start at the work your waydown until you have your whole face covered. Put a little on your fingertip blend it with the first spot and repeat. Let me know when you havegot that done. When I thought that I was finished she informed me. Lucky she did because Julie started coming up the stairs at pretty much the same time I started to cum into Milly’s mouth. I must admit that the thrill of doing that made my orgasm pretty incredible. But with Julie coming up the stairs and me still with my cock in Milly’s mouth it was a little too close. Milly finished off and I popped my cock back into my sweats. Just at the second Julie opened the door. Milly jumped to her feet before she was seen, so all that remained was to explain why I. Flicking on the light to illuminate the back drive, he unbolted the lock and opened the worn wooden door out into the mellow night air.“You, uhhhh…” a gruff voice started as a van door opened. “Carlo Maretti?” The voice came from a heavy set man in jeans and a grey dress shirt with the name ‘Stalton’ over the left pocket.“Yep, that’s me,” the young man replied. “Unless there’s some other asshole named Carlo working at a fuckin’ funeral home at midnight on a Friday.”The driver chuckled. “Glad.