Robby’s house lived in a duplex apartment, and according to the phone book, he was in the ‘B’ side. She pulled into the shade of some trees, and...waited. She found herself marveling that she was actually stalking, yes stalking, her old lover. But she missed him so! Robby had been a stud and a nice guy. He had been a great kisser, and a wonderful lover. He could carry on an intelligent conversation, and he was a good listener. But when Louise started hinting around about him staying with her. My cunt was all gooey from my cunt juice and from being gang bang last nite, absolutely soaked in cum, at least 20 guys worth. The dildo was covered in my juice and their cum, going in and out, in and out-goo was leaking out of my hairy cunt, running down to my asshole which had been throughly fucked last nite also-that dildo was soaked in cum and ass juice.My very large 44DD tits were wrapped in rope and were a purple red color, the nipples swollen larger than they ever had been, at least an 1. It dried quickly and she opened a bottle of pink fingernail polish and did my thumb again before handing me the applicator. This was harder because you didn't want to leave part of the nail showing but you couldn't get it on your finger either."When you're done, start over with the first one and put on another coat." I did it finally, getting better at it as I went. She provided another bottle that said "seal" on it as she took the polish and put it away.We talked more about work, getting into. But eventually, I'd give in to the urge, usually resulting in a frenzy of activity in order to satisfy what I believed then to be an absurd form of sexual pleasure and gratification.Looking back, I couldn't pinpoint the exact moment or reason why this particular fetish of mine as I came to understand it had even come about. I considered myself a normal teenage kid in every way, and enjoyed the simple exploratory pleasures that everyone did. But I had taken it one step further than that perhaps,.