His handsqueezed them, slipped across them, then zipped up to his crusty eyes toclear the confusion. The pillow's texture was wrong. Felt more like wa...mlatex than cotton.For a timeless moment, he floated in half-sleep, like an oak log on ariver, never quite sinking, never quite bobbing to wakefulness. His backached. He felt he'd been sleeping for a very long time. He felt stiffand uncomfortable. He moaned, heard someone else in the room moan inunison, and stretched.The pillows rolled with him,. The blonde says: “What is that sound?”Michael is sitting in a chair at his barbershop. Worried about his receding hairline, he confides in his barber about what he could possibly do to fix the problem. Hearing his case, the patron in the chair beside Michael leans over and whispers to him “I couldn’t help but overhear your problem. I’ve found that pussy juice always works for me.” “But you’re balder than I am!” replies Michael, to which the man responds “Yea, but you’ve got to admit, I’ve got. " No thanks necessary. I enjoy being WITH you. Not just being inside you."We got dressed and Ashlyn finally put on her clean shirt. A pink low cut v-neck that really showed off her braless cleavage. Back on the road we were holding hands and talking. Possibly about doing something together this weekend. Maybe going on a date since we have already fucked. Then I thought about a question I needed to ask her. "Hey, Ashlyn. Why weren't you wearing a bra or panties earlier?" Well, I was wearing some. When I appeared from changing into my suit she asked if I had any champagne, since she always wanted to swim at night with champagne, and I said yes in my cooler in the basement. Off I went to get the bubbly down stairs. I could not help to notice since the pool lights were on, as I walked by the pool window that she was in the pool and I got a clear shot of a very bald pussy swimming by. I returned with two glasses and pour them full and she came over to playfully grab my suit to pull me in.