She said: “Oh..I guess I should get dressed and dry my hair.” I said: “Don’t bother, you look very nice in that pretty robe, and your hair, I ...an dry that for you.”....Her hand began to shake just slightly, holding her coffee cup. She took a long pause, then took her the towel off her head and was deep in thought. Finally she handed me the towel and turned her back to me. I took the towel and began drying her hair. “I do this for my girlfriend all the time at home.” She began to kind of ‘mmmm’. The jazz competition was the second to last day we were there, so we did have practices daily until then. It only took an hour or so of time though. The first day, the day of the parade, it was rainy. So after the parade was over, most people headed off to the strip to walk around the shops and generally get away from chaperones. Sheri and I never left each other that day. We’d find little hidden corners of shops where we’d make out. I’d lightly touch her breasts over her clothes and she’d. There was another neat punched out hole in the trunk. It looked huge.The rest of the damage was textbook rollover stuff, with the body pressed inward and warped from the weight of the car hitting parts of the body that weren't designed to bear that much weight. All in all, though, the damage was light. Mitch credited that to the fact that, on the way down, there really wasn't all that much weight on where the body had hit the ground. Only the roof was seriously dented in, where it had smashed. Tom saw what I'd found and said we should take them inside. We sat down in the living room and he said I could look through them if I wanted to, it was perfectly normal and natural.I felt a bit awkward and shy but with his encouragement I started to flick though the glossy pages with the pictures of the beautiful women, their naked breasts, stockings and suspenders and almost without exception very hairy pussies. I was really excited but didn't really know what to do. My penis became stiff but.