The feeling was getting stronger: they werenot as they should be! But they were definitely the same as they'dalways been...Halfway home, I passed a n...ail salon in a strip mall, and was suddenlystruck with what the problem was: not only were my fingernails way tooshort, but they didn't even have any nail polish on them! "Wait aminute, that's not right!" I thought, but the feeling was too strong toignore any longer. I knew that what I was about to do was strange andunusual and wrong, but I. Our daughter’s doting grandparents had insisted she should come with us. The waiters pushed two tables together to seat all the ten of us. I do love how Mediterranean restaurants are so child-friendly, and this one was no exception.The waiters fawned over Jessica, finding cushions to place on her chair and happy to let her put her hands in the big tank with the lobsters for sale in it. For some inexplicable reason, none of us could order lobster. Hell, could you if a cute little girl is peering. The lady was very good looking, and I’ve since come to the conclusion that I’m a sucker for a damsel in distress. “Come in,” I told her, stepping back.“Thank you.” Her voice (which had been distorted by the intercom before) was clear and sweet.“Can I get you some refreshment?”“Green tea would be most appreciated.”I could do that. “Please – make yourself at home,” I said, going to the kitchenette to boil the kettle. For some reason, I didn’t make tea in mugs with tea-bags, but rather made up a. Cindy and I locked eyes and sat unmoving. There was no WAY that we could explain any of this!“Well, I’m waiting for an answer, you naughty little girls. I seem to recall that there is a rule about no touching your special places unless you’re given permission”. Daddy turned his eyes on me. “Well, young lady? You’re the one who is touching Cindy. Did she ask you to?”I bit my lip, not wanting to tell on her, but I couldn’t lie to my Daddy! “She told me she needed to make cum. I just wanted to.