I'm not running it any more... just doing all the work.but prep was going well & everything was laid out & i had a close shave & primer was on & the n...w foundation was on (difficult 'cause our lost girl was REAL good at foundation) & it seemed my recent work w/orange to counter "muzzle shadow" was going well so i got some "shimmering onyx" over my eyelids & was about to set my brows to get ready for the mascara before the lipliner/cream-stick/gloss action when i noticed some of the "muzzle". "Alyssa stood up, her pussy lips wet and inviting. I struggled to keep from reaching out and caressing her inner thigh, coaxing her onto my lap."We can't leave you like that," said Emily. "It's cruel."Alyssa brightened. "I know. Mr. Marcus can have sex with you. Then I can learn by watching."Emily's face got bright red. "Oh no! That would be completely inappropriate."Alyssa approached her mother. "Daddy is gone, and I'm sure you have needs, right? Besides, you were okay with him having sex with. "Why do men have this thing about big breasts?" She was now peeling her top off and looking in the mirror. As the T shirt hit the floor she cupped her quite normally sized and very beautiful breasts. She twisted so that she could view them sideways on and see their profile."I was thinking of a titty-fuck with so much spare boob flesh." I said and as soon as I said it I metaphorically kicked myself.She looked downcast as I realised that in terms of digging a hole I had just thrown the shovel. After I had put on a shiny silver blouse, the kind Megan would wear out dancing, they told me to sit on the edge of the bed. Megan got out a pair of fishnet stockings and started rolling one up my leg. Feeling her hands on my thighs, looking down at her sexy face a little flushed with effort and arousal, made me wonder if I could keep from blowing my load in my silky panties.“Now,” she said, it’s time for makeup. As Megan applied lipstick, mascara, and foundation, Cait cooed and aahed about.