Luckily, I am married to a very open minded woman, who has a hair fetish of her own: she likes bald men ! since we are married my wife Linda shaves me...regularly every weekend. I confessed to Linda about my hair fetish a long time ago and she is OK with it. Several times she agreed that I'll cut her hair short. She even let me buzz her to a number 4 grade several times. But I wanted more: I had the desire to buzz her down to number 2. I wanted to see her skin ! Unfortunately, I've never managed. Once in the car I pulled my panties off and drove the two blocks over to the local blue collar bar. As I entered I could feel many eyes on me-sizing me up. There were eight men in there and one very rough looking woman. I sat down at the bar and made sure my skirt rode up as I sat. I ordered a rum and coke, hold the rum. A man approached me and sat beside me. He started to make small talk. He quickly got to flirting and I pointed out that we were both married and he said that what the others do. "Claire wrapped her arm around her daughter's waist and pulled her towardher for a hug. "The three of us have a lot to talk about, darling. Ithink we're going to be up for a while."The world of the 1980s had brought changes for both Melissa and Claire.After almost a decade as manager of the local bank, Melissa had abruptlylost her job when the hometown institution had been sold to a regionalbanking chain two years earlier. She had been replaced by a young manjust a few years out of college. "I. I filled my sister's panties with creamy sperm in about thirty seconds and cleaned up the mess; burying the soiled panties at the bottom of the laundry basket.I went to my room and surfed the net for about an hour or so, trying not to look too often at the time. Ten o'clock couldn't come around fast enough. I wanted to fuck my mother again!I went down stairs about an hour later to get my dinner and was surprised to see that my sister was still here. She was lounging on the couch again, in the.