I turn to see who spoke, and there is a man standing there, he is naked. Somehow I know I have seen many naked men, endless successions of them, old m...n bent and withered, young men pimpled and anxious, brutal men, lonely men. How have I known them…? I look at the man standing before me, trying to discern his age and evaluate his looks. He is neither young or old, fat or thin, handsome or ugly. In one instant I see him as young, and then in the next he is old. He changes as I look at him. I. At first I didn't know what to do, but I scrolled through it and I got to see more. More pictures of his cock and then, pictures of my gf. She had sent him pictures of her tits, her ass and her pussy. Of course he had asked for them and seeing he sent her some of himself she returned the favor. While scrolling through the chats I didn't even notice that I was getting aroused. My cock was rock hard when I finally noticed as I sat there. Knowing that she was talking to other guys and being a slut. With the wind came the scent of candy apples and popcorn. I could see the carnival rides in the distance. Their lights surged on, and within my view, I saw the tents. But they were not the obnoxious red and yellow circus tents. They were faded and in various hues of black, white, and grey. My eyes caught a shadow that moved within the maze of fabric. I felt like Alice following the white rabbit. Within the tents and booths arose a strange house. It was an old Victorian home but painted entirely. Jennifer watched with intense interest as the paint was applied. She had never had her nails painted before and it was unique and new experience for her. After combing her tail the mistress told Jennifer to put her hands on the back of the bench that she had had her feet on. The mistress trimmed her nails and filed them smooth. Then a coat of paint was applied to them too. The soft pink paint contrasted slightly with Jennifer’s dark skin but looked good. She was very proud. Apparently her smile.