Two arms wrapped around my body onto me chest, I looked down and they were daisies. Her hands run down my body towards my package.She groped my cock.... closed the cupboard and turned to face her.‘Are you sure?’ I said to her‘I can’t go any longer not knowing what you’d feel like inside of me’I kissed her, we’d never kissed before, it was strange at first but our passion grew.Before I had time to catch my breath daisy had pulled my cock out and dropped to her knees. She sucked my cock hard and. Or maybe it was the second glass of wine; did I mention Iwasn't much of a drinker?I finished that glass while waiting for the technician to start with myhair. Yeah, my wife had arranged for me to have extensions put in myhair. I had never been one for haircuts and it was long enough most ofthe time, but I watched in amazement as these two black girls expertlyattached long hair to my own hair until my new hair was halfway down myback. It was heavy and very strange. I sat there quietly. It still hurt, but in a good way. I started sliding it in and out real slowly. I was dripping like a leaky faucet and starting to breathe pretty heavily. I added my index finger and picked up speed a little bit; sliding in and out, the inside of my pussy warmly hugging my fingers. I started going faster and faster; my other hand playing with my boobs. While still finger fucking myself, I moved away from the counter and sqautted down on the tile floor. The shaving cream and my juices were. Then she sat down by the table to drink her coffee and read the newspaper. She'd only been reading for a few minutes before noticing the itch between her thighs. “No,” she thought. “I have to fight this urge. I don't want to go back to the way I was feeling yesterday evening.” But her pussy seemed to have a mind of its own, and the urge to feel it, to touch the delicate, shaven skin on her pussy lips became almost unbearable. And her mind started thinking about the magazines again.“It couldn't.