Here ends the marking with the nails. Marks of other kinds than the above may also be made with the nails, for the ancient authors say that, as there ...re innumerable degrees of skill among men (the practice of this art being known to all), so there are innumerable ways of making these marks. And as pressing or marking with the nails is independent of love, no one can say with certainty how many different kinds of marks with the nails do actually exist. The reason of this is, Vatsyayana says,. Regardless, Kelly and I were able to convince my family I wasn’t going to do something foolish, unless they regarded becoming a police officer as foolish. Mom wasn’t thrilled with that, but I just smiled and said if I could survive Iraq, Matucket was going to be a piece of cake. It wasn’t that there wasn’t crime in Matucket, but I really wasn’t expecting people to come out of their houses and fire RPGs at the patrol cruisers!I got a phone call from Bart Simmons over at the IAVA on Wednesday. So many shades of invitation, of seduction, her eyes making me melt inside whether I want to or not. Megan rubs her wet pussy and then rubs my cock with the moisture, then back to her pussy, and then slicking up my cock some more, getting my hard-on all greased up. That wet, slick, rubbing sound is nice. With one, black nail-polished hand firmly gripped round my erection, the other splaying open her juicy, red pussy with middle and forefinger, Megan says, in a near whisper, “Micheal, I want you. We certainly weren't about to mention what had just happened upstairs with two strangers in earshot."Can we buy you ladies a drink?" Marty leaned over to offer.I looked at Carmina. She shrugged. I shrugged. "Sure, but maybe over in the bar," I replied. "I think they want to close up the restaurant." Methinks these two boys want to get laid," I muttered quietly to Carmina as we followed them across the room. "You OK with that?" Carmina shrugged, which I took as an assent.We sat on stools at one.