- Let me paint your nails, Jack! Then you can see how nice you look.Jack paid interest in the floor again, clearly shy and embarrassed. Ifinally got a...nod, the most explicit statement possible right now.- I don't think we should go for Finley's rainbow choice. You like thepink colour. I know it.Then I applied a distinct pink colour to his nails. He was more patientthan ever. And I tried to keep eye contact with him while he waited forthe varnish to dry.- How do you like the smell?- It smells. She loved Kate and wanted to serve her as much as possible. Kate loved Francine for who she was and but at the back of her brain she was questioning her motives. Francine never realized how much she wanted to serve in the way she was. She was independently wealthy and wanted no more than this role for herself for the present. Before preparing dinner Kate took her temperature and it was 98.1 again. She could not remember ever ovulating before and being able to provide Roger with a family. She. .what a hot ass pussy...ohhh fuck hump that ass pussy Bitch. Take my man juice you whore. Yeaaaaa...now you a pussy take it allllll."And take it all I did. I felt Trig's cock ram hard into the deep recesses of my fuck chute. The warmness of his cum brought a contented and satisfied "well fucked" sigh from me as I relished in the warm after-glow of having my ass thoroughly fucked. When Trig leaned over me and kiss my panting lips I knew I was no longer Bets' boyfriend, but was now Trig's fuck. He slid his cock out of the front of his shorts. The head is a dull red and swollen. Those last two times in the shower almost did me in.He eased his bruised cock back into his shorts as he listened to his wives talking over the sound of their hair dryers. They're proud they'll be walking funny, and unfortunately, I will be too – walking funny, that is. Jeff and Dave are going to rag me unmercifully if I walk the least bit tentatively, but crap, my dick is sore. It's a weekday and almost eight.