"Let me do it. You're going to mess it up."Grinning up at her, he took a firmer hold of her foot and said, "I'll do it right, honey."And he did. Nimbl... he applied a pink coating to her toenail, biting his tongue in concentration all the while he guided the tiny brush. When the nail was covered, he backed away and turned her foot to admire his handiwork. "Good job, huh?"After examining the results critically, she smiled back at him. "Yes, Rembrandt. It's a good job. Now give me the brush and get. ”We laughed about it and then I turned off my phone for the evening since it was after 6. Just before 6:30, Samantha showed up and I made introductions. I led her downstairs and showed her the equipment I’d laid out and what was still in reserve.“You weren’t kidding,” she said, impressed by the collection. “Where’s the pear? I just want to see it.” I pulled it out and let her hold it. “I’ve never even seen one outside a museum. You’re lucky. This might be the only one in the state.”I put it. I started kissing down Mel's stomach and stopped right before she got to her wet, tight pussy. She started licking all around her pussy and continued to her thighs. She looks up at Mel and says "I've been waiting to do this." And without hesitation started licking her firm clit. Mel moaned louder and louder as I inserted two of her fingers, working them in and out of her tight pussy and locating her G-spot. Once she found that magical spot, she started to massage it. Mel can't help but to. I smiled at him calling me Miss Becci. It reminded me of a love story that Barbara Cartland would write, where the hero was always tall, dark and handsome and the heroine was always a poor girl who had suffered in life from birth until the hero of the story arrived on the scene. I wondered if Mr. Johnson was regarding himself the hero! My knight in shining armor, rescuing me from the evil clutches of my brother!"I have a few things to do, so I'll leave you in the capable hands of Becci, " David.