"Tell me about it."I watched Bobbie as she looked at her hand in curiosity. At first Iwasn't sure what had caught her attention, but then I began to n...ticeas well: Her fingernails had turned black. Not rotten or decayed...justa shiny, black enamel coating them. Like the kind Faye wore regularly."Uh, Nick?" She asked curiously. We both watched in rapt attention asshe held out her hand. The changes were subtle, moving up her armalmost imperceptibly as her bones shifted ever-so-slightly, becoming. “I am astonished to say I hope they are,” I said.They were not, as it turned out. As I look back on it now, I suspect Kaylee and I were able to take that step more easily because of the bond we’d had as military members. Those bonds tend to run deep, even if there’s no romance involved. Jenn and Kyle didn’t have that background.So, while Kaylee and I did some tentative, exploratory making out (which turned out to be quite pleasurable for both of us, by the way), Jennifer and Kyle’s dance was. My wife was the only female in the theater. I could tell my wife was uneasy, so I took her by the hand and led her to the front of the theater. We sat down and immediately a bunch of guys took up seats in front of us, behind us, and one black stud sat right next to my wife. She whispered to me she wanted to leave. I told her to relax and immediately began to French kiss, darting my tongue down her throat as I felt her ample tits and ran my hand up her leg to her crotch. This got everyone. ‘Here it is baby, just for my little girl…’ She started cumming too and she just kept her eyes closed until she felt me pulling out of her. She reached back in attempt to grab her daddy’s cock, but all she got is a spurt of cum on her arm. Her hand squeezed a final goblet of cum from Daddy’s cock and it ran down her fingers. Her face is nearly buried in the bed, her breasts flattened against the sheets, her ass still propped up with pillows to give her daddy easy access. Turning her head she.