It was as if she didn’t belong here anymore. She crawled into her old bed, but it was cold and didn’t feel right. The room smelt musty and uninvit...ng.The bed didn’t have that little wallow that our body creates over time, so she couldn’t get comfortable. She tossed and turned, but the room just felt off. She swore in frustration and rolled off the bed. Terry grabbed her bag and found herself driving back to Dale’s house.She felt better once she was back inside. She stripped off and crawled into. I guess by the time I was in college I was old enough to get over that minor phobia, but I got through by snipping at my own hair, which was cheaper anyway, and having my sister cut my hair on holidays. When I moved town to start my first job, I happened on an ad in a grocery store for a hairdresser who worked out of her home. I liked that idea, called up for an appointment, and that was how I met Lynette. So, for nearly four years no I’ve been visiting Lynette once every ten weeks or so,. I slowly pulled the blanket and saw the pussy in real for the first time there was a lot of pubic here but I love it .dadi said nothing just enjoying the whole thing after 2 min…I found the gate-way of her hole……I entered one finger…it easily took the entry her pussy is not tight anymore then I entered two finger, then three…..few mins later I found that my whole hand is in her hole.She is pressing her thighs closer to tell my hand in her the i started to move my hand. I fast do it slowly….but. She then asked “How long have you and Abby been....fu....hooking up?” I was honest with her. I gave the condensed version, telling her we first made love on the night of the pool party and had been getting together here and there ever since. She connected the dots, remembering that Abby was behaving suspiciously when she caught her leaving the bathroom early that morning. She also asked if that was why Abby had not been around as often lately. I simply nodded my head. She reminded me that.