Hundreds of lipsticksand eyeshadows and foundations and whatever else would be needed in thefuture to make Mother's tawdry son into Mother's beautiful... daughter. Onewall held a collection of 300 hundred glistening bottles of OPI nailpolish. There was a large padded table for waxing and massages andspecialized heat lamps designed to be used during hair coloring. Eventhough I was attending Beauty School and would be a licensed Beauticianin a few months, Mother was planning on hiring a Beautician. I looked down at her. ‘Just…’ she started again, but stopped. I chuckled, ‘Yessss?’ I tried to draw it out of her. Abby sighed, ‘Be… on your guard, okay? I think she’s getting cold feet. There’s a lot of history between you two.’ I smirked, I probably shouldn’t have, but I smirked, ‘All ancient history though.’ Abby shook her head, ‘Not so ancient… Just – don’t do anything you’ll both regret okay?’ Well that was an ominous warning. ‘Abbs,’ which is what I’d started calling her. She’d. He looked at me as if to ask permission, and said "I am about to jerk off and cum in front of your wife, are you cool with that buddy?" I simply nodded and he began to stroke that fucking monster right there in front of us. "Play with your nipples" he told her. She took them and began rolling them between her fingers. She was really putting on a show. I could tell she was getting hotter and hotter. I wanted to see if I could push her a little more. I walked up to her and started rubbing her. “Now do the same thing when our pizza is delivered.”Jessica was putty in Brad’s arms as he kissed her, his tongue taking remnant strands of the delivery boy’s cum. One hand fondled her tit while she casually stroked his cock.“Okay, everyone time for your meds then food,” Abby announced them“You guys do drugs?”“No,” Abby lightly laughed.“We don’t do drugs or smoke pot,” Brad added.“We each take a Viagra, Brad and Jake to help keep their cocks hard so they can fuck us longer and more often. We.