Marcie pulled into the driveway and ran in hoping to fix her her hair and straighten herself up. But then Paul’s Mercedes pulled up and she knew she...had no more time. Running into the bathroom, she washed her face and hands, fixed her hair as best she could, it was mess from being in the pool and Roberto’s bed most of the time only to have Paul come in and say. “Hi baby”, as Paul hugged and kissed her. “Are you ready to go?”. “Yes i am ready”. Now she thought in her mind, she had been fucked. A kiss which feels illicit but at the same time impossible to resist. Immediately junes hand runs down my chest and down over my crotch, groping at the soft mound in my jeans, her fingers wrapping themselves around its length. Grabbing me by the wrist june drags me along the hallway, our destination her bedroom i assumed. I was wrong, she dragged me through to the kitchen, taking me over to the circular table that sits just beside her french doors leading to the conservatory, over looked by. .. what's happening?!I-I feel so fuzzy... c-can't fight... n-need to give in... feels sogood..." Well, of course you're feeling good, when you look so good!" Mmm... yes. I do look so good! In fact, I look so hot and sexy!" Yes, you really do! Oh! I see you went and got your hair done too! It'sso long! I luv how it falls over your boobs! And red really is yourcolor!"Lucy smiles as her fingers twirl through a few locks of her long redhair. She then smiles and nods at Brittany."Oh, thank you! It. In between the constant teasing and thinking, he felt as if he were going to start getting white hairs already.And so it was that he got into the habit of walking more – a lot more. That is, not circles around the hamlet, but far from it. At first it would be for a half hour, then an hour, that he would disappear then reappear suddenly in the village. When people started asking him where he had gone to, he just told them he went for a walk. But over time this habit grew, and it got to the point.