It looked like a small mini-dress that was only a couple of inches below her crotch. She put the cover-up on and we headed to the beach. We put our st...ff on a blanket we took with us and heading into the surf. I couldn’t believe how see through Linda’s bikini top looked but I didn’t say anything and just enjoyed the view as did several men that were around us. I told Linda I was getting cold and was getting out. She told me she would be out soon and I went to our blanket. In about 5 minutes, I. I asked her “Why do live in this much style ?”. She told “aisahi”. I replied “if due to your living if some is getting pain” then she asked “who is getting pain”. I replied with some small voice “Me”. Then she laughed.I was afraid since she is very best friend of my mom. If she will tell in my home then ? But not she did’t told. After some days i told to her lets go to wonder. She agreed and told me to come on highway road. I took auto and went from their to city. In auto we sat near to each. ’ ‘Know what?’ ‘I brought you pleasure.’ He smiled but it looked forced. ‘That is good enough for me.’ I looked down at his cock. It was hard and throbbing. ‘But what about you?’ He looked down at himself full of need, and then dropped his head back to the pillow closing his eyes. ‘I’ll take care of it later.’ I looked at him confused. Why had he stopped? Didn’t he want me anymore? ‘But why Hawk? Why can’t I take care of it for you?’ He opened his eyes, looking at me. ‘You really don’t know.. They might be attracted by my hair but my lack of personality made them lose interest very quickly. So I changed. I wanted to use my hair to punish men. I wanted to trap them in it and use it to torture them until they begged for mercy but I would not give them any. It was a dream that turned into a nightmare. I was going to a psychiatrist about my obsession but not getting anywhere. Then I met Joanne at a group therapy session. She was trying to adjust after your divorce, to recover her.