Sheri and I went to the living room to each have one more cigarette before bed. We sat on one of the big couches in the living room. We left the light... off and the room was dimly illuminated by the street light through the front window. We ended up lying together on the couch with Sheri near the edge and me behind her with my arm around her. Our chat petered out by the time we finished our smokes. Sheri moved the ashtray back from the side of the couch to the coffee table. We just kept laying. He smelled amazing, having just showered after a work out. I laid there for at least an hour, imagining the moves I would make and touching my hard dick and bumhole. Finally I worked up the nerve, he had turned over to be on his back, I reached over and tugged at the waistband of his trunks. To my surprise his head popped out and he was rock hard! Must have been having a good dream! I touched his head with one finger and awaited a startled awakening and subsequent freak out. But it didnt. I had noidea what I was doing with any of the powders, creams, and so forth,but lipstick, eyeliner, mascara, and eyeshadow were easy enough tofigure out at least the basics of what to put where. Finally I puteverything down, and surveyed the results in the little mirror.Even as I was putting it on, I already knew I'd been using too much,and I looked a bit clownish. Having said that, the makeup did makequite a difference to my face. The green of my eyes seemed to popmore, and they appeared. I pushed it in for her. She whispered "Thank you, Sir."I then walked to the opposite side of the table, where Amy was waiting as I had told her to. I pulled out her chair, slightly bowed as she sat down, and I pushed her seat in. She also said, "Thank you, Sir."I walked to the head of the table as expected, and before sitting down, I said, "Ma'am, you set a pretty table. I see you have made spaghetti for us. You must have read my mind. Anything Italian is my favorite." Then I sat.Amy was asked.