For real-life women, that is. I dream.As a horny and frustrated adolescent I had begun fantasizing about what it might be like to make it with some of...those unattainable cheerleaders, the cute ones with the high, musical voices and long hair down to the waist who were much too good for me. Fantasizing was better than nothing, and soon it was much better than nothing. What had begun as ordinary kiddy daydreams turned into a powerful obsession. The girls, then women in my fantasies became. "Tell you what," I said with out moving my head, "from now on you're always going to cut my hair like this." Oh yeah," she said with a giggle, "in your dreams." No, I'm serious," I said.A few weeks later she offered to cut my hair again and I agreed but only if she took her top and bra off first; after a few giggles she did. After that she would take her top off with out being told and I would sit there in heaven while she trimmed me.After about the forth or five time she had cut my hair we. ”Rebecca shook her head, “It isn’t even that, honey.” She turned to me, “Penny isn’t sure she heard right.”Rosie said, speaking so softly, “But Lord Sidcup slapped Miss Melanie so hard he broke her nose. Penny screamed.”I sat up. Penelope had been Mrs. Chambers’ gift to the visiting Royalty. To encourage Lord Sidcup to stay longer at the Bighorn. And to pass along Sidcup intel on to Mrs. Chambers. Turned out His Lordship was fond of the French Show that Penelope and Miss Melanie put on for him. OH DAMN, I feel it now.”There was a loud clap of thunder just as she was slammed with a hard, jolting orgasm. The winds blew and the lightning flashed as she writhed and shook. Her body was hit with spasm after spasm of her orgasms.“PLEASE FUCK ME!” She screamed as the storm winds screamed and howled around the tree house.I fumbled with my wet shorts lying on the blanket and finally found my condoms. I pulled all three out and lay them on the blanket. The blanket was literally pooling in water.
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