That was Bobby’s old one. It was the guest bedroom now, not that they ever had any guests. Bobby hadn’t brought much home with him from school and... all of it was out of sight. Her own bedroom was a disaster, from her point of view. She hadn’t made the bed, properly, and the dirty clothes hamper was out in the open.Thus far, Jane had simply been holding the crying woman. Mindy had clung to her, and the only thing she’d said was, “I’m sorry,” over and over.“Shush, now. It’s no imposition. You just. “Here. Put these on before you come into the house, and DO NOT bring those clothes inside! You can do what you want with them but my suggestion is an unmarked grave in an undisclosed location. Now take a shower, get yourself together, and come to the kitchen. We need to talk.”I’d woken up and wondered how much of last night was a dream until I saw the card on the kitchen counter. Somehow the card gave me strenght and I tucked it into my bra to keep it close.A slow blush and tingle crept over me. It was trial and error, I'd paint one okay, mess up another, remove the polish from that one, start over, and the car was thick with the fumes of the polish and the acetone remover. But by the time I was done and all the nails were a nice shiny red, I'd learned a little bit about the technique, and as I started driving away I couldn't take my eyes off my red fingertips - and all I could picture were those red nails a few inches in front of my eyes, wrapped around a cock shaft as my lips were. I got to my knees in front of her and started to kiss her belly. She was not the skinniest woman and had a small bit of a belly that I loved. Her belly button was a favourite of mine and it was sure to get her juices flowing I kissed over her belly down to her thighs. She opened her legs, knowing full well that I would ignore her sweet, wet pussy.My lips pressed over her inner thighs down to her knees. I could feel her legs shake in anticipation as she knew what was coming next. I lifted her.