"Yuck, that tastes awful. Do I have to use it?" "Keep your nails out of your mouth and you never have to taste it again. Takethis with you. I don't ne...d it anymore. Be sure to put it on your nails threetimes every day. By the time school starts again, you'll be out of the bitinghabit, and your nails will be so pretty."I put the little bottle into the pocket of my shorts. The idea of deliberatelyputting something on my hands, something with a terrible taste,just to train myself to keep my nails. So close enough to fifty a week. I thought about what I had spent money on, and knew I could save a few quid.“We’ve got hair appointments Saturday morning in town,” Sandra told me at lunch the following day. “Since Tee knows about us, come and meet us in town.”I nodded and smiled. “Okay.”The others began to arrive so we changed the subject and Sandra texted me the where and when later in the day.Their appointment was for ten am. I knew from experiencing the time Mum or Jo took in the. ‘Fuck, I need you,’ he said.He kissed me hard and pushed me back against the nearest wall. His hands went straight for my tits and started to gently squeeze them.‘We shouldn’t do this here,’ he said between mouthfuls of nipple.He dropped to his knees without waiting for a response and buried his face between my legs. His nose pushed against my clit first as his tongue licked and explored inside me. I gasped. And then I moaned as he sucked my clit and sucked and sucked.‘Oh God, fuck,’ I. When she rolled off, Heather cleaned me up with her mouth, which just about unhinged Jill, until her aunt pushed her over to watch and learn.It went on that way all morning. Jill watched, and learned, and found out her mother was a VERY sexual being.We went out to lunch together, all famished from having missed breakfast. Neither Heather, nor Babs would talk with Jill about what had happened. Jill was clearly confused, and memories were popping up that she wasn't quite sure how to deal with.As.