We did high ponytails, French braids, buns, twists - admiring them in mirrors from allangles. I did the same styles on Sally, initially with hilariou... results.We fell about giggling. I started to feel that that little things likethis were a joy, and that being a girl could really be fun.Long nails were harder to cope with. I could not put my hands in mypockets - but as Sally explained, I would not need to. I also found thatlong nails made me use my hands differently. I had to pick things. "Jen, you come with me to the store so we can get some sodas, we'll meet your father and brother at the boat," Mom said.I followed Mom to the marina store and we got a twelve pack of Coke, some potato chips and a few other things. Mom seemed to be spending a lot of time looking around and I finally asked her what was going on."Nothing's going on, Jenny. I just want to look around for a minute. Is that okay?"I nodded and after a few minutes, Mom paid for our things and we headed for the boat.As. From my angle I could see her velvet lined meat wallet showed she was ready for a deposit from the bank of David.From one of the bags she pulled out a pair of loose shorts that looked like they were three sizes too big for her legs. Inside the crotch was a liner that kept her pussy from showing even with her legs spread widely. That was great because she was going commando. She pulled a new shirt over her head. It didn’t do anything to hide her tits. If they weren’t showing through when she had. This was dirty. This was erotic. It smelled wrong, dirty and erotic. It sounded wrong, dirty and erotic. It was wrong, dirty and erotic. He raised his head off my breasts and I moved to return the favor of his pleasuring me. I arched my head up, sticking out my tongue and licking across his chest like it was a cake. ‘OHHH FUCKKK!’ he moaned. He was on cloud nine. He smiled almost derilously at me as I reached up and clung on to both his nipples, pinching and twisting them. It must’ve hurt,.