Won't that be sexy?" Suddenly, Bobby stopped his assault. "I...I can come on your asshole?" He said quietly. "Um hmmm" I nodded my head yes,...as I said it. "And, and you'll use your panties to...to..." "That's right Bobby, I'll use my panties to jerk you off until you come on my asshole! And don't ever tell anyone!" Bobby didn't speak but allowed me to get up. I let him remove my skirt and then I leaned over the back seat giving him total access to my gorgeous little rear. “Deal.” With a combined caffeine rush and a giddiness that can only come from being in someone’s company that you fancied, I followed him out the coffee shop and back into the walkways of the mall. He asked me which shops I’d already tried. Knowing which places to avoid and enquiring what my budget was, he headed off with me keenly following behind. “There’s this little shop I know. It’s tucked away and not many people know about it, but I know the owner. All the women that I know rave about. I could hear the collected cum squishing inside her as Bill's cock pressed against her cervix wall. He made a few thrusts and then pushed his entire length as deep inside my wife's ass as he could get. As I watched I felt my wife's tongue on my ass hole, this is not something she has done regularly, but it was enjoyable as her tongue licked and darted inside me as she was being fucked. Bill left his third and final load buried inside her ass. I was hard for the third time as everyone else had. .. and even the pantyhose. By the time I was finished dressing, I looked the part of a woman. However, when I looked into the mirror, there was one blaring omission that stood out. One that made me cringe at the very thought of it. "Makeup," I cursed. Any woman that looked and dressed as I did was certain to wear makeup. Taking a deep breath, I sat down at the makeup table and slowly started going to work, trying to remember everything that I'd seen Betsy do when she put hers on. Trying to take.