”“So that was the late night call on your phone I heard – Dmitri checking in?”“Yes.”“That was one in the morning. He must have got to Sa...ramento really late. Was his plane delayed?”“No...” Jessica paused. “He decided to stop by the farm first, to see if things were okay.”“And were things okay?”“Apparently so,” she said without emotion.“And you were going to tell me all this when?”“Well I figured I’d let you have some coffee and some breakfast first, but as usual your brain works better than. God, I feel alive, free, invincible. I want to go again, so I do. The hours burn with the daylight, and we surf our fucking faces off. Ethan's really good, too, I'm impressed, and also kind of turned on. Eventually he and I ditch our boards and shirts, setting out to walk the beach. We round a cove finding a private little beach, and the moment we're out of view, Ethan reaches for me. "Come here," he says, wrapping his arms around me. I grab his biceps, looking up at him. "You are..." Ethan. It felt wonderful to have her fingers encircled around my shaft, rubbing it like she was petting a kitten. It was kind of exciting to be fooling around at a party while there must have been fifty people downstairs. Maybe that's what inspired her to do such a fantastic job of giving head, working me over with great glee and skill, tongue lashing at ever inch of my cock,sucking on it until I was sure I was about to blow my load. "Don't cum yet," she said softly, ceasing the blow-job. " I need you. "Now come to me please, my baby, I'll stroke you." She looked so cute and caring.As I came closer to her she patted on my head and then put something heavy on it. I recoiled."What's this?" Relax, it's just a wig, it will not bite. Come here, I'll correct your new hair."I bowed my head again and after a few seconds felt some new feeling of hair on the shoulders. All my life my haircut was very short and this was something new and unusual. I looked in the mirror and was stunned. The blonde-haired.