I loved the way long hair made me look, but this is way too muchwork!Still unable to sleep, I decided to work on my hair a little more.Sitting in fron... of the cracked mirror, towel wrapped around my breastslike a dress, I grabbed a hairbrush from the salvaged suitcases I hadbrought with me from the island. I thought back to watching my mother asa child, and experimented with brushing it through my hair combined withthe room hairdryer.I discovered that wrapping hair around the brush as I dried. I almost laughed.I felt his wife grasping my cock, positioning it at her woman’s opening, wrapping her legs around my waist, pulling me toward her, and urging me with another, “Fuck me.” I slowly slid down into her until I was buried as deeply as I could be. She whined quietly as I did, placing her arms around me and lightly stroking my back with her fingernails. “Fuck me.” I began a slow, steady stroking, pulling almost out then sinking back to the hilt to grind myself against her clit. . ‘I had a long talk with the boys last night – explaining how you and I thought we felt about each other. Ssh!’ she added when she saw I was about to interrupt her. ‘I’ve always been very open with them about relationships – and sexuality – so they quite understood exactly what I was saying. And, although they admit they really don’t know you very well yet, they say that if you’re good enough for me, then that’s OK with them too!’ she explained. ‘So it was actually their idea that I would be. Maybe I was over reacting, but after what happened between me and Adam, his behavior towards me changed a little. Now, he wasn't feeling nervous while talking to me, sometimes I felt that he touched me intentionally. I tried to act like nothing happened between us, but his hands intentionally touching my breast, my ass, and him shamelessly staring at my cleavage was not helping me to forget things. One day, Rachel invited me to have dinner with her. While she was preparing things in the.