As theywere drying she moved me over to another table so they could start onmy nails. I didn't realize it but Mom arranged for them to do acrylictips....I usually kept my nails a little on the short side so this newlength would be quite a change for me. I was kind of mesmerized at thetransition as my nail length grew by a good inch or so. And the Frenchmanicure added to the illusion of my ultra feminine hands. By the timeall my polish had dried I felt prettier than I had in a long time. Inever. "Hello Ted" one of them called, "You come for a piece of this sluts ass as well?" Oh fuck no, he's in on it I realised.My mind must have spiralled because next thing I remember my beautiful wife is bent over the seats being fucked hared by one of those bastards. I could hear her sobs with each thrust. I lost my temper and jumped at one of the guys in front of my. He pushed me back into the seat easily and held me there with one hand. Fuck! What could I do. Nothing I realised. I was powerless to. While the men talk, Paula comes down and gives her mother a kiss on the cheek. Then she heads over to her father and does the same before taking a seat at the table. She glances at Adam and says offhandedly, “Good Morning.”She has on tight jeans and a simple white shirt today. Again, she isn’t wearing a bra and both of her nipples can be seen clear as day beneath the thin material.“So,” she says smiling. “What are we doing today? I’m ready to begin work.”“Good,” her father says. “Your mother. Her father hired a high priced lawyer to handle her side of the divorce, but for once I won in court when the lab tests showed zero sperm count and the blood work showed that no way could it have been me.Last year my oldest daughter decided to get married after living with her boyfriend for fifteen years and having three kids by him. The wedding was the first time I'd seen Helen in almost twenty years and I was surprised to see that she was just as sexy looking as she had been on the day we.