As soon as I heard the Soccer Mom finally agree to get her tits painted I left, but after "leaving" the area, I backtracked and ducked into a small ice cream shop about two stores down the other side of the street from the store where they were getting painted. And no one here knows who you are--right? And they have a woman painter so not even one man is going to see you without the paint and a mask! She stripped off her top and bra and sat in the chair while the lady painter did a fire type painting on her chest. I finished taunting her just as the painting lady turned on the noisy air compressor again so as to muffle the Soccer Moms pleas and protests. I ordered a big milk shake and kept popping out onto the street so I could keep an eye on the store.
From my vanatage point I was able to get a pretty good idea of what they were doing.
The painted friend threw her shirt on but only buttoned the bottom two buttons so the paint would not get on the shirt. Please Rate This Submission: The bolder friend went first to show the Soccer Mom how easy it would be. She says to her friend: She looked totally confused and humiliated.