“Peter?” the voice on the phone said, “This is Sharon Balfour.” The image of my former student and friend flooded my mind. She was a stunning ...lack girl from Kenya. I had never met a queen or princess from Kenya but if there were one Sharon Sowell Balfour would have been it. As a child she lost her family and had been displaced during the devastating tribal wars in her country. She was rescued by a Methodist minister by the name of Balfour and his wife, adopted by them and taken back to. “Hey, let’s go before they get the camer-what the?”Ali smirked, “You like?”Ali was completely changed. Gone was the bob cut, cute cheeked girl with the foul mouth. In her place, Ali wore loose khakis and a collared button up with a vest over top of it and a hat to match.Tricia stared agape at her friend, especially bending down to look for her friend’s hair, instead seeing a close cropped cut, “Oh my god, Ali, your hair! What did you do?”She smiled, “I got it cut today. These are for you.” From. Adam reached into Eve’s purse and took out a small set of barber’s clippers and handed them to Eve. Eve flipped the switch and set the buzzing tool against my clit which sent a chill of excitement through me. She held it there, rubbing it slowly up and down, always keeping contact with my hard little button until Greg came back from the washroom with the towel and washcloth. “OK Greg, get up close and I’ll show you how this is done.” She told me to lift my bum up and she slid the towel. She too noticed. The bus was to Chennai only but to check my luck I took ticket for Polur which is another major town from the village. The lady whom I was looking asked ticket with conductor for Vandavasi( which is another city between polur and chennai). The conductor told with her to get another ticket from polur and gave her the same ticket which I taken.In the mean time the bus stopped in a place where the lady who was sitting behind my heroin got down. I moved to the seat and started my.