She started withmy toenails which had to dry before she put me into pantyhose. Sheapplied a coat of shiny plum nail polish to my toenails. While the...were drying, Mommy proceeded to glue pointy tips on each fingernail.Once the nail glue was dried, she polished my long feminine fingernailsthe same color as my toenails.As my fingernails were drying, Mommy had me stand as she dressed me inpantyhose. But, not just any pantyhose. These pantyhose felt soincredible. They were shiny, glossy black. It was a very pleasant, very intoxicating aroma–one I wanted more of. I took a second deep breath and licked my lips. Heather moaned softly as she watched me take her in.“Good. Now another thing, you’ll want to peel open your prize and take a good look at it. With your finger gently push apart the outer lips so you can see the pink insides of the pussy you are about to eat. Yesss, just like that. See all that pretty pinkness in there? See how wet and juicy it is? That juice is what you’re. I'm glad you had them take her over. Let's see if we can finish it with paint tomorrow night."Shawna, in her usual brash manner, said, "Fuck that. I'm painting it tonight. I called the owner of the shop down in Homestead to find out what name I should tell the world the owner is. He gave me some ideas about Peanut since he's known her for over ten years. I'll do a good job but NASCAR said they are going to retire her old number and gave us ninety-two. Peanut didn't care. She said she didn't. Stephanie was shorter than me, about five feet tall. Her breasts were an average size, a B cup if I had to guess. She had a slender body and a perfect tan. She walked over to me wearing exactly what I had told her to wear; a white spaghetti strap tank top and a skirt, with no bra or panties on. “Hi Brandon, it’s nice to see you again” she said in a sweet calming voice.So my dumbass replies, “Uh, hey. So you really down to fuck?”“Really? Is that all you want? To have sex?” she said with anger in.