Even I had to admit that the thought was hilarious. I wondered if they needed to get a cadaver to study in order to do it right this time. Even that w...s hilarious to me for some reason. I could just see them sitting around trying to sketch the shape.Remember guys, it has to feel right as well as look right, I thought.Not really, it just has to fool anyone on the outside. They are not planning on you forming any long term relationships. the little voice inside said. You need to come up on Friday. Those powerful blasts of my seed rushed out of me. I shuddered, my dick tightening. The pleasure spurted over and over from me. My back arched into the chair. My cock erupted over and over. My cum burst out and splattered across her face. I painted her features. I loved the sight of my spunk spilling over her.It was the best passion in the world. This amazing bliss that had me trembling. My heart pounded in my chest as my spunk coated her face. I drenched her. I coated her in my jizz. My toes. It was an unlikely script. And it all started with, ‘I love your haircut’.Coco Chanel once stated, ‘A woman who cuts her hair is about to change her life’. It’s true. I was announcing, without really announcing, ‘moving on’ with the ‘breakup cut’. The let’s-cut-it-all-off-haircut was a statement of personal empowerment, an adieu to an affecting three-year relationship with a Hungarian woman I had fallen madly in love with during my sabbatical in London. My first serious lesbian relationship. I. “Are you going to spank me, Amy?”Amy froze for a moment and then responded immediately, “Yes I am, Leila. Come with me,” and clasped her by the upper arm and guided her towards the dining table. Amy actually expected Leila to pull her arm away at any moment, but she didn’t, and allowed herself to be walked like a naughty girl until they got to the table. Amy kept a hold of Leila’s arm as she turned a chair into the room and sat down. She looked up at Leila and ordered, “Lift your dress up and.