Soft and straight until itreaches my shoulders where it's styled in soft, loose waves just as it isaround my face. a very pretty and feminine look, ev...n if I do say so myself,and easy to care for as well. With the right makeup, this hairstyle and niceclothes, even I have to admit I'm something of a knockout.A couple of months later, I read in the paper that the trial's started forthe terrorists I'd testified against before the grand jury and even though Icouldn't possibly be called to testify. I knew that I was in for immense pleasure. He asked me to get on the bed because he wanted to please me. He kissed my mouth, my neck, tongued my ears, tongued and kissed down my breasts, his hands were all over my body and I even couldn't keep track of all the places he kissed, licked, touched... I watched him explore me as no other man has ever done. Places only my washcloth has been, not any man. I touched him as I could; however, I just kept going with the feeling, closed my eyes, and. It could be fucking a guy or girl. It is just hot to me. I fuck my wife almost daily, but I dream of cock pounding my ass and shooting in mouth. I must be a real cock slut because I often draem of both my ass and mouth being filled at the same time.But how did I end up that way. I think it started when I was 10. My brother was 7 years older than me and I had caught him fucking gorls a couple of times. It was hot to see him humping these teen girls with his long teen dick. One night I saw him. “Tom,” I hear someone say as we get out of the golf cart. “Glad you could make it. As soon as my son finishes, it’s all yours.” He points to a boy that swings and misses the ball. I certainly know how he feels. He finally connects to the ball as I realize that he looks familiar. “Tom I would like you to meet my son Eddie,” he says proudly as we all shake hands. Now I remember. Eddie is on the basketball team, not that good from what I hear, however he is the smartest kid in school and has a.