.***Two days ago was Bryan’s birthday. I was getting dressed to take Bryan to school, but was delayed as I searched around for my favorite pair of s...oes (a set of black-and-teal ballet flats) but could only find one. I brushed it off, though, and walked out into the hallway barefooted to make breakfast.It took me a moment to realize that my door was slightly open. I know I had completely closed when I went to bed last night, and I was reasonably sure it was still closed when I went in for my. With a 34-28-36 figure, Rashmi looked like my girlfriend.I was all of 5’11”, about to complete 24, and she had just finished 30. Soon I heard the unmistakable ‘shick-shick’ sound of sharp scissors through thick hair. Rashmi had grown about 9-10 inches of dark hair since I’d seen her with chin-length bobbed hair in Delhi.Three inches removed from the bottom, the Latvian stylist awaited further instructions from me. I told her to make it sloped and sexy. As usual, it didn’t come out exactly, like. She unbuckled her seatbelt, bending over to lightly kiss the tip.“Mmmmm,” Mike moaned slightly, grabbing the back of her head and forcing her down onto his cock. Jenny began to bob up and down, using her arms to support her weight, as she sucked him off. She could still feel the vibrator pulsing in her pussy and on her clit, and with each pulse she took him deeper and deeper into her mouth and throat. Jenny felt Mike grab a fistfull of her hair, controlling her movements and fucking her mouth. Still, what’s done is done, and while you might look back on it and shake your head and wonder, or maybe laugh at your mistakes, they ordinarily don’t live on to haunt you and cause you grief. They’re entirely behind you.The Type Two Regret, the other variety, the kind that lingers and creates doubts and makes you continually wonder what might have been, is the regret you feel for the things you didn’t do. I don’t have too many of those because I’d always been eager to collect the other type.