.. it looks like he ticks things off when done, or crosses appointments out when they are cancelled or rescheduled. Wait —”She paused, and we list...ened, as we heard Cavenagh come up the stairs, we presumed, heading for the lavatory, as was his presumed habit.But he stopped outside, between both the bathroom and the small bedroom doors.Without warning, there was a crash as he kicked our door in, which flew inward towards me.Mary behind me screamed.The door flew open and hit my artificial foot.. To finish me my mom reached out for my right hand. She gently began tofile my fingernails. I assumed in anticipation of painting them. Momdid my left hand too telling she had to clean up my nails first.With that she took out of another drawer a package of expensive lookingfalse finger nails."But mom, those get glued on, right? I have to be in school onMonday!" I pleaded.My mom paid no attention to me. She carefully applied a touch of glueto each nail and pressed them gently over mine. When. She made a noise that was half groan, half scream. ‘Again.’ He did. She was hot and wet and welcoming, and delighted in his out of control thrusts. She urged him on with knees and voice and nails. The harder he thrust, the higher her voice rose. In this position, she could not control her response, and spurred him on with demands for more. As he speeded up, she tightened around him and screamed as she collapsed into his arms. He roared as he followed her over seconds later. Only the sound of. . Whatever, I was half convincedthat I would be recognised as The Boy Who Dressed Up as a Girl.It was not that I regretted what we had done - not even the terrifyingouting to the shops. Even without the reward of my first (and possiblylast) blowjob, I would still have found last night exciting. And I had tobe honest with myself - Shauna, my nylon goddess, had somehow tapped intoparts of me that I hadn't known existed. The part that was willing to putmyself in her hands. And above all, the part.