After lunch, as we were sitting at the table enjoying a cup of tea andtalking of this and that, she raised the topic of my hair again. ?Pat,you may no... be aware that, among my other wonderful accomplishments?--she grinned archly--?I'm a skillful hairdresser and barber.??Really! You don't say.? I could tell where this was going right away.?Yes. I do Deanna's hair, and Sandra's too, and sometimes some of theother ladies. But I know how to cut men's hair as well. I went tocosmetology school after. "I, I think I'm in the wrong place," I stammered."Not at all," said the man next to me, "my name's Marvin, and I'm 71 today. My friends and I was just celebrating my birthday."He waved the can of beer in his hand at the three other men grinning and whistling at me. He leaned forward and read the tag on the bow around my neck, "Happy birthday, darling. I'm your present. I'm a hot and horny Lois Kubik doll. Squeeze me and tease me, then watch how much fun I can be. Love, Lois."Marvin swigged his. I have come to see the image of myself as the real me, the me that demands to be released. And, that image is taunting me, challenging me, daring me. Her nipples are extended, even for her. I spread my legs for her to show me the cunt that enjoyed the dog. She smiles at me as her legs spread. I see her cunt lips as plain as her nipples standing out proud and pleading to be touched. I see her move a hand to a nipple, pinching it and smiling at me as she does it.I looked at her in the mirror.. In fact, she looked almost angelic standing there amongst the head stones with the wind whipping her cotton frock loosely about her perfect figure. I drank in the vision of her outlined haunches and her flat tummy that ended in an interesting “V” between her long, slender legs.I knew from the afternoon before that her ass geography was perfect from my personal preference and I experienced an instantaneous erection speculating on the chances of getting up inside her tight sphincter in the.