"How many men do you know havepainted fingernails and toes?"Dylan looked up at Vicky. "I don't..." he said bringing his fingernailsin front of his fac.... Dylan stared at his dainty fingers, each one nowadorned with long pink acrylic nails. "This isn't real!" he sobbed ashe looked down at his feet, shocked to see the same pink glaze acrosseach toe. "You have to help Vicky! Please!" he said rushing forward andembracing her.Vicky smiled down at the blonde girl in front of her. "There thereDenise,". Even with all that, we still had made six figure money and she was planning next year's fall college list. If I ever wanted to go treasure hunting, I wanted her along because she could find the money.There were still several dozen seminars to do after the start of the second semester in January. That was going to take the number over 100 this college year. Because of Jenny's due date the decision on who was going to do them would be handled on a day by day basis.Robbie had made me a list of all. In a clearing in what Westerners would call jungle, Ng wiped his wizened cock on the face of a woman from the office, while Anh lustily shagged her arsehole, while a tampon string hung from her hairy cunt. Ng had got her to suck his wrinkled, once formidable tool, to a sort of semi flaccid state and then he’d pissed on her face was part of the pleasure he got from his one sex act each day. He couldn’t get it up and his ancient wife was dry. The woman had been a bossy do-gooder and tried to tell. I just tried whatever. Licking between her labia, giving her clit fellatio (it was big enough to call what I fed fellatio... That sounds so gay when I say it like that, but I'm a heterosexual whose never sexually pleasured any man except myself). I moved my face to French kiss her labia. I shot my load all over her foot and ankle as she gave me a facial. "If I know you would be that good I'd have swallowed every drop when I fellated you earlier."She called for my mom and asked permission to.