So I'dcracked a couple of fingernails, and there was dirt and oil under thenails. It would eventually wash off or wear away. She wouldn't havethat, th...ugh. She made me wash my hands as clean as I could get them,and then she took something, I think she called it a "rosewood stick,"and cleaned my nails for me. Finally after my hands were sparkling Icould have lunch. "What a waste of time," I told her. "They're just going to get dirtyagain the next time." No they're not," she said. "We're going to. I love your prick. I'm not cock-teasing you any more. Except to get you nice and hard for me. I want your prick as hard as a rock and bursting with cum!"Tom groaned and shuddered as the horny young girl blatantly screwed her luscious cunt on his finger and came all over his hand.He sat in a daze as the beautiful girl pranced into the store. He thought he was dreaming. It felt like every other Wednesday he was with her, except that this time he had finger-fucked her lovely twat and she had. Just nothing. And she wouldn't pick up the phone either. Neither did her parents. So I decided to go check on them the next time I went to see my parents. As I came home that Friday evening, I found my parents, Annana and her dad sitting around the kitchen table, waiting for me to arrive. Annana was the first to speak: “Lala, I'm really sorry I didn't answer your calls, but...” she didn't finish her sentence, for her voice was too heavy. Her father had his eyes glued to the oak table as if he. She is just outstanding.Any way, for the last set we did old timey state waltzes, starting with the Kentucky Waltz and ending with the Tennessee Waltz. We finished off with "The Waltz You Saved For Me and sent 'em home with "Good Night Ladies." As the last drunk was poured into his pickup truck where he would find himself funneled into a traffic trap, Homer said. "By Jesus, I never knew how much work this entertainment business really could be."Walt came bustling up to us with a check in his.