I loved how her nipples would get hard and poke out from behind the nightshirt – her breasts seemed protrude from her chest and to hang just right.F...nally, after several days, I got home early one afternoon before Tara. I sat on the couch and began surfing through some of my porn photos with the computer hooked up to the big screen TV. I was sure that Tara would be home any minute, and I was eager to see what she meant by “you can make it up to me.” I wondered if I would get my first chance to. Nikky was ALWAYStan and wore pinkish lipstick. She hadn’t changed much.So we sat, her drinking a Corona, I a Guinness ExtraStout (it may have been a Sam Adams). We smoked whiletalking about the lack of possible hookups and how weeach wanted something wild when she said, “I’ve got areally wild idea, and I’m game if you are.”I thought she would suggest doing something at the nextport of call when she joked around and put her hand inmy lap moving it back and forth. I. Blackened toenails begin to ooze a black slime from under my nails. They begin to meld together, beginning as a bubbling mass. She grabs my right foot and starts to mold it as if it were a lump of clay placed into the hands of a potter.Stammering out a few terrified words, I beg her to stop her doings and plead for my release, offering to leave and be not a bother to her.She remarked in a calm voice, looking at the faces of the men that hold me at bay. Then as if to disgrace you beyond all. He let her lead him to the living room where she sat on the sofa."Let's watch one of my pornos now," she said eagerly. She was flushed, excited. Already erect nipples were pushing out against the baggy sweatshirt she wore. She was nearly breathless.Steve's answer was in his eyes and Kimberly read it. She dumped the plastic bag of videocassettes onto the coffee table and bent happily to look at the labels. Selecting one, she pranced over to the entertainment center and slipped it into the VCR..