Then he said in anannoyed voice:- Mom!March 12.- Why do women paint their nails, mom?- We like to look pretty, darling! And many men wear nail polish...too.He has obviously been thinking. I used the opportunity and held himcloser to me.- 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. . I rubbed my clit hard, and fast, sitting up to jam my weight down on the trapped dildo until it hurt, deep inside in a lovely dominant sort of way. Cumming quickly, I lay back panting, the dildo sliding slowly out of me, slick with my juice, two of my curly, golden hairs stuck to it. It was good but not good enough. I had heard the younger man, Ben leave for work, a while back, but knew Bill was still upstairs, I decided, having already let Ben fuck me once already, it was now to be Bill's. No one will ever know. When I seemed to be making too much noise for John's taste, he laid meon my back with my head off the edge of the bed and proceeded to fuck my mouth and throat. When I was sucking his cock earlier, I couldn't get the whole thing in my mouth. John didn't let that stop him. He forced his cock all the way in. I was choking and gagging at first, but he didn't stop and it only took a minute or so before I got use to it. He fucked my throat until he came, shooting some of. No perfume. Her hair was carefully coiffed. Maybe she wasn't too worried about it getting excessively mussed, since I was so polite. She produced a radiant smile. She looked fucking fantastic. “Nick, I'm ready for my tune-up.”I didn’t answer or even smile as I came in, which prompted a frown of confusion. The frown turned into something else, a gasp of surprise, of excitement when I brusquely shoved her against the wall, spinning her as I did, pushing her face against the decoratively pebbled.