"It feels real nice," he agreed but quickly added, "No girly stuff!Leave my beard alone. I might want to grow a beard this winter." Yuk! I hope not!" ...he exclaimed in horror.His nails were shaped and polished with a clear hardener. Sandi had toexplain over and over that many men wore clear polish on their nailsbefore he relented and let her proceed.Long before their financial windfall he had quit being her test subjectfor doing hair. His receding hairline was rapidly racing to the back ofhis. I hugged him tightly with closed eyes. We continued to kiss as he kept repeating these actions, focussing on my tits, and now what had become my man cunt. I was feeling really comfortable with him.After a while, he gradually undressed me. Let me tell you, removing those tightly fitting garments wasn’t easy. But I was finally naked in his presence. I also removed his clothes. I kissed his cock, which was at full mast, and buried my nose between his sac and thighs.He kissed me again and then. I looked down to stare at his hand as it buried itself into my vagina. Then I saw his watch and to my horror realized that it was past ten o’clock and I had told my mom I would be home by ten at the latest. I tapped his watch and whispered, “I have to go.”I pulled myself off his hand, which made a little slurping sound as it came out of me – I hoped his wife couldn’t hear it. I whispered, “Tomorrow night?”He nodded his head up and down. I turned and almost raced down to the basement. I quickly. She sat with her legs spread, to give him the best view of that which he could never possess."Thank you for joining me." Her voice was sweet, caring almost. She stood and walked toward him. He could hardly roll over, much less carry out the drive he had to tackle her and choke the life out of her. He lay on his back and stared up at her, into her."You're not so different from the other men who have come through here, John. You think you are, but you are the same sort of scum we are all too.