Her long hair was now fully open and she was gently combing it with her fingers. Even aunty had good long hair, I remember when she had long hair till...her knees that too soo dense, she was my inspiration. It was so beautiful – she remarked. ‘Yes I know’ I told her ‘but your hair is even longer and more beautiful’ you should never cut it.’By that time we had reached the house, I gave the home keys to Aswathy to open, as I park the car. I watched them go inside, both of their hair loose and open,. Her other arm was outstretched, with its hand clawing at the bedsheet for purchase; as I had anticipated, her whole weight was now supported only by the pillows under her chest. I gave a final deep firm thrust with the dildo, and then held it pressed inside her vagina, as her ass quivered against the strap-on’s base plate. With blind instinct, Helen’s pelvis tried to thrust back against the dildo that was impaled inside her, and she cried out sharply in the explosive moment of her release,. On Sunday morning he woke up to blazing sunshine and high temperatures, so he decided to walk into town and idle-away some time there. It was a leisurely half-hour walk, most of the way shaded by the trees planted along The Avenue, the main road from his area towards the High Street.He had a late breakfast at one of the café's and wandered around until lunchtime. He found himself at Iorio's and decided that, since he'd never been there before but had heard Denise talk about it, he'd try it.Stan. All too soon, though, he brought his hands back up to my shoulders. “How are you feeling? Is this helping at all?” he asked. “Mhmm” was all I could muster. He laughed, and moved his hands to my sides, right by my breasts. And I got chills again. I had absentmindedly pulled my hair back over my right shoulder again so Brandon pulled it back like he had before. And suddenly, I could feel his breath on my neck. I didn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. And then, I felt his lips on my neck. A chill shot.