"Yes Joan, on mymakeup table. Be sure to put it back when you're done with it." "Thanks Mom," I said and rushed over to her bed and gave her a big hug.... "I'll have to remember to get you some of your own."I smiled at that. Hell, what else could I do? No one had put a gun to myhead and forced me to paint my fingernails. I hugged her again tightly,found the bottle of acetone, and made my way back to my room. I sat at mydesk with a box of tissues and a bottle of the foul smelling liquid. Oneby one. Jerking off on the picture was almost like the real thing. And watching you lick it off, it was beyond my wildest fantasy.” “Well, do you want me to keep the pictures or delete them?” It took me all of half of a second to answer, “Keep them!” “Good, because I want to do this again.” For the rest of the last night Amy spent with me we went through each picture, examining every detail. Amy hooked up the computer to my big screen TV and we looked at them in high defintion as we fucked for hours.. "Damn girl, that top makes your titties look so desirable" she continued while backing out onto the street. Pulling into the valet spot, we were greeted by two beautiful women wearing matching black booty shorts and pink tank tops. Their thick black platform shoes made them look to be at least east six feet tall as they helped us from the car. Escorting us to the doorway, they said "enjoy the night girls" as we entered. The music was jumping with some sort of oldies rock and roll while people. That was a body not quite as skinny as a runner's body."I think the motor on my bike is gone. It seized yesterday," I explained.He rolled the bike through the showroom and into the back workroom. "Lucille," he said to the older chubby lady who was cleaning, what was obviously, a donated bike. "Would you watch the front. while I take a look at Ms Stone's bike?" Sure Bobby," the older lady said as she headed to the front of the shop.After she had gone Bobby tried to turn the motor. "Yeah it's.