You. Naruto growled behind her ear. His fingers trailed up her torso. NOW. his voice dangerously soft. His hands ran up her wet shirt, gripping her n...pples between his fingers and tugging on them, as he gently grazed the back of her neck with his teeth. Naru-! her hips bucked against his crotch as she gasped out her bliss. He returned the favor by giving her a thrust of his own, as his hands explored and groped her most sensitive spots. They stood there, grinding, groping, gasping, becoming. I'd have become her hairdresser too if I'd known how. I'd have loved doing some new things with it. It was long and blonde and thick, and each day she'd swirl it high into a French Twist and then leave it that way for everything, business, formal dinners, even for the stairmaster. My hair was dark and straight and not even shoulder length, so there was less I could do with it. I'd play with curlers and a blow dryer now and then, but my need to look male when I went out anywhere precluded a. . she has become a welcome comfort...He rustles his newspaper on the pretext of turning the page; really, he wants the girl's attention, and she does not disappoint, she turnsher head to look up at him, hair poised in mid-stroke across her lip he smiles down at her and rests the paper in his lap to pet her softsilky locks, running his arm down the side of her body, her exposed skin cool to his touch she snuggles against him closing her book, tossing it lightly onto the brother's back."Hey!" the. Helen placed the basket on the ground, and took her time hanging up the clothing. She bent instead of squatting to pull things out of the basket, offering a perfect view of her ass for her audience. Every time she hung something on the line, she turned in profile so that the young men could see her breasts lifting.Neither Ron nor Mike was doing a very good job of hiding their looks or their desire by the time she picked up the empty basket and strolled back to the door. Mike offered his hand to.