My nails were buffed, polished with twocoats of a deep red, and lacquered with protective clear coat. with twocoats of a deep red. I felt an insatia...le hunger when I held up myhands admiringly, my long fingers holding my cigarette. As sublime as it was to have my hair styled with those layers andflairs, and to have my nails so expertly shaped and polished, it wasbeyond all that when I held up the mirror as she attended to myeyebrows. This was a risk. She plucked them cleanly, tapering them. As I rubbed her swollen little clit she got wetter and wetter. I could smell her and it was intoxicating. I just had to taste her. I slowly rose up on the bed and threw back the covers. She looked so perfect! Pigtails and all! I slowly grabbed her panties and started lowering them down. I kept thinking any second she is going to wake up and this is going to end badly but she didn't. Once they were off I just stared in amazement! Such a beautiful little pussy! I could see it glistening. .. all because of one ... God, how I hate that fucking bitch, ' he thought while palming the last rock. Drawing a solid bead on the poor mailbox, he let loose with all the fury he could muster. His flash of pride was short lived as it ricocheted off the back of the small metal enclosure into the rear window of his car."Oh fuck," he half shouted as the sickening sound caused him to dash over, only to discover there was no damage. Unlike the pain in his gut, he couldn't even tell where it had. "Ralph, get the camera," Helen gasped. They posed for pictures — side by side, back to back, front and back. When they were done, Helen went to Ralph and grabbed him by the shirt front. "You sneak!" she said. "You've known all along. No wonder you put off letting me meet her." The first time Sara spoke to me, in The Meat Market," Ralph said, "I almost fell off the bar stool. You two are dead ringers, bar the skin color. For a long time, I really did try to keep you apart, and it wasn't hard.