" Her horrified look almost set off the giggles. "It's not exactly life-threatening, you know." Lice?" Her tone was a hoarse, mortified whisper. "Are ...ou sure?" Leli, what's wrong? I was just teasing about it being worse than fleas. Lice aren't a big deal." Sierra, I ... feel very vain, saying this, but ... I don't want to shave my head. I think I'd look terrible bald."I cracked up, reaching out to grab her hand in apology. "Is that what's got you worried? Oh, dear. No, you won't have to shave. This is extremely unusual," she mused, looking at me oddly."Is there something wrong?" I asked, understandably concerned. Unusual could mean many things, most of them bad."Not... wrong exactly. I'm really not sure what to make of it. Would you mind if I... ?" She held up her hand."Not at all!" I giggled. I was feeling decidedly light-headed. The whole examination was taking a turn for the surreal.She slid her fingers back in, and with the same practiced twist sank in wrist deep. I gripped the. Squeezing my big boobs and licking my hard pink nipples in turn. He left my cheer skirt on. His shirt and pants were off too. He was back on the sofa urging me on top of him.“God that cheer skirt is a turn on “he said.My legs were spread to ride his cock. His hardness sweeping into my pussy in a series of quick jabs of quality thrusting that opened my pleasure hole to its accommodating best. I rode dick. I arched up off his cock. I let my body press down the length of his shaft. I was enjoying. He came back from the restroom, and told me that he couldn't see much, just all of my hair, and just a the top part of my pussy crack. Now I was even more excited. I told Jay I wanted to give him a better look, so I went to the restroom. I started to get out of my chair, and I moved one leg out and spread my legs so far that my cunt was fully exposed as if I was posing for a picture. I slowly got up, and as I was looking at him he was staring at my crotch. I couldn't just walk around the.