So, I fucked Anna really hard, and her sister left after her pass-out period. The next morning over breakfast, (Anna is an accomplished cook), she got off the phone. "That was my mom. She wants to meet you. Viola is picking her up." Anna got together some ingredients for a killer omelette. She also brewed a pot of coffee. She sat down on my lap, reached over the table for her cigarettes and lit one. I watched and listened as she inhaled deeply. Such a gorgeous snap that she possessed. Then she nibbled on her thumbnail. She had to angle the nail up to her teeth so she could get enough to nibble. She pushed the fat tip of her thumb away with her lower teeth and tore enough nail away so she could chew what she had bitten off.
Then she pulled her thumb out of her mouth, looked at her exposed wet quick and took a drag off her cigarette. "You like?" She showed me her abused thumbnail. There was a tearmark from one corner to the other and her nailbed jutted up against what was left of her thumbnail. I reached over and fondled the soft pink naked moist flesh. Her thumbtip was already proud but with the extra nail bitten off, she gave me extra flesh to play with. I could hear her chew and swallow what she had bitten off. She took another drag of smoke and inhaled deeply, holding the smoke inside her gorgeous body and then she blew the smoke in the air, watching it rise. "Just wait till you meet our mom, then you'll see that we came about our nailbiting and smoking addictions honestly."
The next thing, we heard footsteps and talking approaching the kitchen. There stood Helen, the mother of two gorgeous sisters. "I'm Tom," I said reaching out my hand. Helen reached out hers and I looked at her stubby fingers. Those nails were just as bitten as her daughters. I couldn't believe it. I took Helen's hand and kissed it. She wanted to pull it away in embarrassment. "Please, don't look at my nails," sighed Helen.
"Mom," said Anna. "Tom is a bitten nails fetishist like Dad. He loves our nails and I'm confident that he'll love yours." Anna started the omelette on the stove.