The group broke up, starting down the fairway. Jenny handed the bag back to her husband with a sneer. "I hope I brought enough lipstick," she said, quickly turning to chase after them. As she caught up with Bill, he turned back to the group. "I'm going to look for my first ball guys, don't wait for me! Come with me dear, and give me a hand!" They veered off from the green, plunging into the bordering pines.
After surveying their shots, Jack was first to hit. He choked down on a seven iron, hitting a running shot into the uphill green. The ball broke away at the last instant, but settling within a very makeable range. He marked the ball, and got out of the way for Dr. Stevens. Facing a downhill chip, he selected his sand iron, opening his stance and shoulders to the pin. Releasing a smooth pop shot, the ball landed softly, and continued trickling right down to the cup. With perfect speed and direction, it jumped into the hole, making that wonderful clatter that every golfer loves. They all let out a cheer, and Dr. Stevens looked over to the side of the green. "Now where's that girl when we need her! Hey Jenny! I've got something for you!" he said, yelling through cupped hands.
Now curious himself, Jack moved to the far edge, and debated whether to go in looking for them. Just then, he saw the two of them working their way back through the trees, hand in hand! He turned away in disgust, strolling back to the front of the green. "Any Luck!" shouted Rich, as they climbed up the short slope. Bill laughed. "Oh yes, I got lucky, but I never found the ball!" He stopped as Jenny whispered something in his ear. "Richards! She needs her make-up!"
Jack pulled the pouch out of his back pocket, casually holding it out as she approached, breasts still swinging free. Her swollen globes were covered with red hand marks! Apparently Bill was looking for something other then golf balls in the woods. "Thanks" she said as she took the pouch. He looked up to her face, and felt the color draining away. Her dark red lipstick was now smeared all over her chin, and thick streams of goo crisscrossed haphazardly all over! The fresh metallic smell of cum wafted over him, and he realized how far she was willing to take this humiliation!
Again gripping the small mirror, she checked her reflection, still standing directly in front of Jack. She grasped the top of her sweater from underneath her swollen breasts, and stretched it up to her face. Careful not to disturb the streams of cum, she wiped the smeared lipstick off as best she could. Finally satisfied, she let the sweater fall back down. It was now a real mess, hopelessly stretched out and falling off her shoulders. Looking back in the mirror, she re-applied the lipstick thickly from the same tube, pursing her lips. "There, now how do I look?" she asked him innocently, batting her eyelashes. Not waiting for an answer, she dropped the bag into his hand, and re-joined the other golfers.
