"I'm Mabel Williams, the cook--Mrs. Wynton is resting and she asked me to show you to your room."Doris smiled in reply, murmured a few words, then fol...owed the cook through the high, spacious hall. George Bateman followed with Doris's luggage.The wide stairway curved in a majestic sweep from the back of the hall to the mezzanine. Doris's, room overlooked the carefully manicured grounds at the back."This is a beautiful room," said Doris, surveying the deep pile on the floor, expensive d****s and. I remember hitting the ground hard, my head bouncing slightly off the floor. As I passed out, I could smell old spilled coffee on the indoor/outdoor carpet by my head. I could see in the semi-darkness the patterns the coffee had made in the carpet when it landed there. Before me was a puddle of beautiful brown hair that spilled out in front of my face.My last thoughts were: "Where the hell did all the pretty hair come from?"I don't think I was out long, but it was the idea that I had passed out. You know the kind where you can't help but smile even if it is not directd towards you. Despite Ashley's perfection I have always been hesitant to tell her how I feel because I am worried that my affection will be unrequited.Since the start of High school Ashley's best friends have been Emily and Verity.Emily shares the same blonde hair as Ashley but other than that they couldn't be much more different physically. Emily has larger titties both about the same size as a full sized soccer ball and. Frank broke off their kiss and reached one hand down to undo the zipper of her shorts while holding her tightly by her hair. She moaned once more as he tightened his grip enjoying his hold over her and became even more excited as she winced in pain. The zipper down, he took hold of her shorts and pulled them down revealing the pure whiteness of her panties. He forced her back on to the filthy bed stained with semen from night after night of masturbating alone. Still holding her firmly by the.