His cock. I can't believe how I can take such pleasure from his cock, and still take such pleasure from what he is doing to me. He is eating me like t...ere is no tomorrow. His tongue keeps swirling around my clit, and then he takes it, or my pussy lips, into his mouth and practically inhales me into himself. I am getting so wet that his face must be drenched. Damn it, maybe he'll break off for a second and slide up and kiss me, and I can feel for myself how wet his face is. His hands have moved. 'After all,' she said, 'your nails look professional,so I know they would do a good job.' That's when I told her that I do mynails 'at home,' like I always say."So then, Rita asks me if I would be willing to volunteer for the event.That's when I laughed and said, 'I'm such a clutz, I couldn't dosomeone's nails!' She asked so quickly, and I responded so quickly. Iwasn't thinking, I mean it. But I knew I had messed up." So you told her that I did your nails?" I did, Charlie. I'm sorry," she. We’ve kept secluded enough for now. The condensation on the bathroom mirror makes it slightly more challenging to shave the amateur beard that attempted itself over this last week – a long razor, left in one of the nearby drawers, put to use immediately. I wince at the small sharp pains – unavoidable, I suppose. I clean off the spots of blood with a dirty white towel, no longer virginal post-shave, and proceed back into the main room upon blowing out the candle. ‘Infinity’ – she lies before. She took me into the bathroom where she washed my hair in the sink twice with a final conditioning rinse. She said that based on the fact that my hair was so thick this rinse would really give it body and shine. All my life up to this point I had spent two seconds washing my hair and didn't know what the hell a rinse was. She then towel dried my hair and sat me in the chair in my room. She said that my "sister" had called her and asked for the special treatment. I couldn't help but noticing.