We move to the center of the bed, catching our breath and get ready for round two. My part of the story ------------------ Dear sweet Gennie, I loved ...hat, but you would have to be very, very good to make me cum in your mouth, I have fantastic control.. Let's assume you are that good, now my turn. You finish draining me, I have to pull your greedy mouth away, it is too intense! What is it woman? Are you suffocating and my balls contain oxygen? I pull you up on top of me, caressing all of you.. As the heavy waves fell down, and I kept one for you. You probably already noticed it when you opened the letter. The air feels so cool now on the back of my neck. My fingers are in constant motion, ruffling the fringe that now brushes my nape. The few inches that are left feel very foreign after the arm’s length my hand used to travel. I know you will miss it, but don't be mad, my dearest. It is just hair and it always will grow back. But, oh, I hope you like it, for I love it. Mother hates. My task forgotten, I began to read through my long-forgotten SA notes. The wording of the first three came back quickly. The tone and wording of notes four through eight, as yet unknown to me except for the signatures, were more sobering. Note four was pretty much the same as the first three, I guess my SA didn’t think I was serious about not reading and replying to them. The tone of note five was bewilderment and had a plea to write. The bewildered tone was much more pronounced in note six,. The change in weight was welcome, the pressure comforting andwarm. I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled on lacy black panties withenough control to keep me tucked away. Slowly I pulled on first one andthen another stocking. The silicone lace bands on the tops kept them upand I could see my toes through the sheer ends. Not for the first time Iwished I had the nerve to paint my nails.I stood and turned, looking at myself in the mirror. Hours of exercisehad given me a hard body and if I kept my.