I could tell by her words that she would be a skilled lover. We both enjoyed a release of the tension that had built inside of us. We continued our ch...t and enjoyed another beautiful climax before saying good night. I went to bed peacefully, thinking of this wonderful lady. It was a few weeks before I was able to catch her online again. It was late at night and again, I needed relief. Again, I confessed my problem to her and she suggested that we shower together. She took control as she bathed. "Well I'm glad to meet you. You certainly lend a degree of natural beauty to the room, but also, I believe, a sharp critical mind like your father." I flush again, shaking my head as I hear my dad hum in agreement."Ha, well set me down with some paintings or pieces of art and then you'll find your critical mind. Which reminds me that I should have your art installation for the office by next week," I murmur, turning to my father whose eyes sparkle and away from the keen, wolf like green eyes of. I couldn’t have been more comfortable with it. In fact, I loved it. When I lost again, and my husband dared me to go nude I was pretty far past caring. I said fine, but you guys have to join me. It had to be an all–in. The two of them looked at each other briefly then... suddenly, they were wrestling on the couch like schoolboys, trying to yank each other’s boxers off. It was part–funny, part–sexy seeing them writhing around, grabbing at each other, stretching and ripping each other’s. Now she was done cutting my hair. “I really like your outfit...a bit rockabilly style. So I think that I’m gonna make your hair a dark pink colour. So when your dark hair grows, it will still look stylish! What you say...wanna give it a shot?”I’d never thought about getting a colour like that. I looked in the mirror and imagined how it would look on me.Yess, pink hair! “Oh my god, yes. What a great idea!”“Well it is kinda my job to know what looks good and not...but thanks! Though I’m not.