I hardly ever need to shave, I have nice, smooth skin, and a nice full head of soft, light brown hair that is not hippie-length but long enough. I've ...lso been told that if I styled my hair a certain way, put on some lipstick and a dress, that I could pass for a girl (but that's for another story). I guess you could say that I am a girly-boy. My fondest fantasy is to be rescued from danger by a strong, handsome man, to whom I show my gratitude by giving myself to him. I had always had a. Newt stopped counting. She poked her head back around the corner to see that Newt had passed out again. That same feeling of splitting occurred again, and Newt was once again conscious.They both considered. Visual range? It seemed so. Female Newt went outside and Newt was just an empty shell until she spied him from the yard. Then she crossed the street, still keeping him in sight. Yep; direct line of sight was required, except they were still connected if they closed their eyes so it wasn’t. He wrapped his arms around her head, pulling her onto the root of his cock, and pumped the come into her throat, groaning and thrashing his hips in ecstasy. Alice struggled, her body trying to escape and twist away from the massive, hard cock buried deep in her throat. She fought to control her gag and she wretched against him, nearly throwing up, but her struggles gave him even more pleasure, and he continued to pump into his orgasm. He groaned, and called her names, a throat cunt, a cock. ”I stared at her hard. She took off her sunglasses. At last I remembered her, a senior I had seen in history of drama. A striking change in hairstyle kept me from recognizing her.“Oh,” I said, touching a spot a few inches below my shoulder,“your hair was down to here last week.”“You're right,” she said. “I had a perm last week, and it was just awful. I was ready to kill myself. I looked like medusa without the snakes. So I figured as long as I was ready to die, I might as well cut it all off..