I don’t want to see you or hear from you anymore, Chris. Stay the fuck out of my life!’ She pressed the OFF button and slammed the phone on the co...nter. Her body trembled with anger and always when she was in such a mood, she always was afraid of losing it. She rested her hands on the kitchen’s counter, let her hair fall down and shut her eyes and meditated for a brief moment. It was something she’d learned from her mom that helped against stress. When she opened her eyes, she no longer was. Fucking perfection.My body began to quake in my costume and I bit my lip, soaking my knickers, struggling to remain upright. An insane orgasm gripped me, the salon lights fading in and out until the waves ultimately abated and I drifted my eyes open to see him smiling. I reciprocated and, when my hands had stopped shaking, finished his haircut, showing off my handiwork in the portable mirror.He stood and handed over the banknote, his lingering touch maintaining my excitement. I returned more. I was, to put it bluntly, a zombie. But I was ready for the next day.About a half hour before Zee was supposed to show up, I made my way to the lobby. I sat in one of the chairs idly reading something or the other on my ebook reader. But I couldn't concentrate.Then I saw her glide into the lobby. Zee was wearing a simple dress clung to her in all the right ways. Not provocative, but elegant. Her hair was tied back into a long ponytail and an overnight bag was slung over her shoulder.She sat. Just be yourself. Our parents wouldn't have let us marry if they didn't think you were old enough." Only meaning to gently kiss her, he did so, but she responded by pushing the tip of her tongue into his mouth, escalating the kiss. She suddenly stopped the kiss for a moment to unbutton her shirt. Pushing her braless breasts against his shirt-covered chest, she sighed with contentment. But the contentment didn't last long. As she squirmed her chest against him, she pushed a leg between his to.