Her bright red hair reached just below her shoulders when she let it loose, her breasts were also still quite perky although those had gotten some hel... from a surgeon as she had always loved having them and the attention those got from her husband and other men as well. Rather she was alone by her own choice as she had not felt right to bring other men into her home. Though on occasion she did miss sex and having the young men at the office drop their not so subtle hints to her was starting to. She grasped the hairbrush in a strong grip and began fucking herself with gusto. Each time she fucked herself deep, a moan of pleasure escaped her lips."Oh, yes ... oh, yes ... ohhhh, it's so ... so good!"Her hips gyrated, her cunt dripping fuck juice. The slimy cream was oozing out and smearing all between her legs. It coated the hairbrush handle, making it slip and slide fast and easy. Her hand pumped in a steady fucking rhythm. Getting into it, she threw her open cunt up to meet the fucking. Her dark brown hair was cut short and her eyes were a pale blue. Samantha smiled and I put the plane down and walked to where she stood just outside the wide doorway. "Hi," she said, extending her hand. "I'm Samantha DeCourt. I just moved in next door." Well, welcome to the neighborhood," I said, taking the offered hand. "Bill Moore. Come on in and meet my wife, Sandy." I turned toward the back of the garage and she followed me into the kitchen. Sandy was nowhere in sight, so I called out to. Finally, the ordeal was over and Dylan was able to escape the shower andtowel himself dry, before donning a kimono-like robe proffered by Katja,who slipped into one herself. But while it was relief to no longer benaked, he now had to deal with the reality of his newly hairless body,which felt - well, strange, especially when the soft fabric of the robemoved against his skin.And he quickly discovered he would face a new challenge, as he was ledback to the dressing table in the bedroom. "Katja.