We both laid there for a bit before Rachel finally spoke up."I meant what I said earlier. If you really do want me to prove how good I am at blowjobs,...I'll give you one."I got nervous, I couldn't believe what she said. My heart was pounding as I quietly answered, "Um, yeah... okay." Luckily I was drunk, otherwise I would have been too nervous and said no.I was on my back as Rachel got up from her couch and straddled me. She leaned down and kissed me. We briefly made out and my hands were. I just didn't understand and that's my fault and I'm so very sorry. Iknew that from the time you were a young child that you hated gettingyour haircut but I thought it was just a little quirk you had. I had noidea how painful it must have been for you when your father used to takeyou to that awful barber shop. Never again, my little girl, never everagain will your hair be cut unless you want it cut.You, Miss Wendy, are going to control the length and style of your hair.I am a trained beautician. Jonnie had spent every minute of every day with her, making sure she ate properly and got plenty of fluids as well as vitamin supplements. And he’d gotten the nurse to show him how to gently remove the bandage from her surgical wound, make sure it was clear and cleaned with antiseptic, apply some healing ointment and replace the dressing. He continued to do all that for her every day after she was released from the hospital… He was bound and determined to have her completely healed by. Trish liked to wait until she couldn’t take it anymore. She had her thighs wrapped around Tom’s left shin. She was grinding her crotch against it while slurped hard on Tom’s wiener. Tom stopped rubbing Trish’s shoulder, pulled his prick out of her mouth and flipped around so his head was above her groin and moved in towards her muff. Tom’s upper arms were pinning Trish’s legs down. Trish moaned and sucked James’ sausage back into her mouth. She gripped his shaft at its base and squeezed.