But it was too late. The stylist led me back and started washing myhair. It would only be a matter of time until I doomed Brett to amiserable school e...istence!After the washing, she led me to a chair and started working. She didtrim a little to take care of any split ends, but the one thing my momand I had agreed on was that we didn't want to lose any length. I'dstarted to get comfortable with long hair.Sometime later, the stylist pronounced me done. My hair lookedbeautiful, and my mom was. “Mmmm, you want inside?” I teased. I grabbed his shaft and was sliding it between my pussy lips getting it slick with my juices. He groaned in both pleasure and protest. I lined his head up with my hole and let it penetrate just a little bit. He was lifting his hips, trying to go deeper, but I pulled it back out and smiled. His face was all frustration and I was eating it up. I did it again and let him think this was it. I let it go in half way before I lifted up. He was in absolute agony and. “Fuck me harder !” I gasped and with those words he let loose. He lifted my legs above his head and fucked me mercilessly, giving me no time to adjust to his sudden speed increase. With every groan, sigh and moan the ability to tell time flew away. Using every bit of strength I had I fought back to take control and tightened my ass almost as if grabbing his dick to say you are now mine! With the sudden squeeze I gave him he moaned. “Babe, damn that’s fucking talent god you’re so tight! I can’t. .holding it to where I could almost get it, and then yanking it out of reach….she finally passed the ball to another girl. She then put her hands on my legs and then kind of half-twisted me so that I was resting on her hip. I tried to get down, but she wouldn’t let me go. She then put her hand under my butt, and reached the other across to my waist and then bounced me around a bit. She was carrying me like a mom carries a baby! I tried to get down, but couldn’t. She was holding me pretty.