.. the results were astounding. Everything Joyce had promised came true. Now I could pass all the time.They decided that little could be done with ...y hair until it grew out. The one thing we did do was run an auburn rinse through it. Joyce said this would help obscure my identity from those who knew me. We had discussed a wig, but felt that it would look false and might bring about questions since girls my age seldom wore wigs. Now Joyce, with Karen's help, spent two hours teaching me how. He studied the soap bubbles infront of him. "Wash me," he said.Maid lathered her hands with the soap and did as Jason asked. Jasoninhaled sharply at the first touch of Maid's fingers. He quickly dranksome more beer to calm himself down. As Maid covered Jason in the slicksoap, Maid began to sing quietly... soothingly. The melody defiedidentification, as it seemed to fade in and out of Jason'sconsciousness. Maid's hands moved over Jason's back, his shoulders, hisneck. Jason relaxed but still felt. I just didn't want to hurt her. I pushed gently, very slowly working the tip in; she was already hyperventilating. She was incredibly tight, much tighter than even her pussy was, and it took a long time for me to bury myself in her. I began to slowly fuck her, carefully working in and out. As I began to set a rhythm, going faster and harder by the minute, she grew incredibly more excited. I lowered my body onto her, kissing her while I fucked her like she had done me-hard deep and fast. Her. Then I started about to cum and let out my cock and cummed on her face as she usually likes that. And then we both collapsed our arms. I took a towel and cleaned her face and we cuddled and kissed intensely.“Oh God, that was fucking good. I love the way you make me cum so easily. You really know how to make me happy .” she sighed.“Did you noticed how different your orgasm are when we do it differently?” I asked.“Yummy yea, but I enjoy whatever you do. You can do anything you want”“Really do you.