The moan of his name had his cock pumping in his jeans. He looked at her over her voluptuous breasts and saw the passion on her face as he slipped his...finger inside of her teasing her clit. James' head dipped down to take a taste and found it was ambrosia to his tongue. The primal male in him wanted her hard and fast. Kat moaned again, "Please, James, oh, please. Don't stop." He lurched over her and pulled the V neck of her purple wrap dress down and to let her breasts spill into his hands and. Showering with long nails was another odd experience,having these things that weren't me attached semi-permanently to my body.I was so conscious of them through the whole shower and drying off,trying not to catch them on the towel.By the time I was done, I'd calmed down a bit, and come to a decision.I'd put the nails on because I wanted to see what it was like. I didn'tneed to be anywhere for a few hours, so I might as well leave them on fora while and actually experience it. This wasn't. As she opened the door that led to the garden he gasped as the chilly night air brushed against his naked body shrivelling his flaccid penis even further.She led him promptly down the path to the side of the house, turned the heavy key in a door and ushered him inside. It was dark, cool but not cold, and smelt of warm wax, leather and another smell he couldn’t identify. She closed the door behind them and turned they key, leaving it in the lock. Using a switch to her right, she looked upwards. The sound fell from the car as it flew along the dirt road and tumbled along behind them in a cloud of brown dust. Albert drew deeply on the cigarette between his dry lips, and then exhaled without breaking his intent gaze on the road ahead. Frankie and Albert had travelled many miles like this and they had many miles to go before they would reach their destination. All that lay between the start and the end of their journey was the dry desert which ran on and on, never changing and which.