" Sorry my nails are too wet grandma, and I can't keep the toe lady waiting."Kayla headed over to the pedicure area with her fingers fanned out."They ...eren't too wet to use your phone," said Chris, getting pissed."I use my prints not my nails, Krissy," teased Kayla walking away. "Guessyou should use a few bobbies next time and it won't slide off." Don't, honey." Jeanine came over preventing Chris from picking it up."Don't ruin your nails, and I'm sorry as she can be a little nastysometimes. You. This, she had learned, was called lubrication. Once ready she started to gently rub the tiny nubbin of flesh. She jerked at the wet friction and moaned a little at the pleasure. She rubbed slowly at first, using her other hand to tease her nipples, then sped up when she felt she had the hang of it. She felt herself come to the edge of an orgasm, but the feeling went away as soon as it had started. "Christ!" she muttered, and sat up on her bed. "I almost had it," she said to Buster. He got up. It was not looking promising. He began to stroke faster and faster. She slowed down again and inserted two fingers deep inside her cunt. She again matched his pace and it looked like she was also as excited as him. She moved them in and out fast. He had to believe that she really was excited and turned on. It stimulated him to know that his mother was actually turned on by this “other life”. He particularly appreciated it now as the two of them rapidly stroked between their legs at the same. Time passed all to quickly and soon I realised that we were the only people left in the restaurant. It was time to go, but neither of wanted the evening to end.It was Heather who suggested a nightcap and countered my suggestion of a return to the hotel’s bar by saying that her apartment was only a short way away so why didn’t we go there?A five minute cab ride took us to her home, a top floor flat in a refurbished Victorian townhouse just outside the city centre. Heather showed me into the.