The barbershop was a classic, barber pole outside, straight edge shaving, and great conversation. Although there were four chairs, Joe only had one ot...er barber, Tom. I had tried him, the one time Joe had taken a vacation and I’d really needed a trim. He was good, but Joe was an artist. Two weeks ago Joe told me that Tom was leaving and he was looking for a replacement. He asked me what I thought about women barbers. I said I guessed it depended on how good they were at cutting hair. Joe. He might even have seen the silver-dollar-sized wet spot on her tricot panties.That was how badly she wanted him."Which is it to be, Jack? Me or... me going to the principal with information on a teacher gambling?"He looked at her then, and poured himself another stiff drink. He swallowed it in a single gulp. Without looking at her, he said, "Not much of a choice, is it?" I thought you'd prefer the more pleasant alternative."He jerked as he felt her hands rubbing along the fronts of his thighs.. Mai us ki chuchi dabad raha tha jo puri lala ho gayi 15 se 20 mint ke baad vo hafane lagi maine bola ke ab meri bari haimaine us ko bed pe leta ke us ki tange kholi or us ki chikni chut ko chusne laga vo kafi tight hone lagi or apni chut ko upper niche karne lagi. Kafi tezz se upper niche ho rahei thi. Maine bola kya kar rahe ho chut to sahi se chusne do. Vo jhad gayi thi mai fir bhi chut ko chuste raha.Half hour ke baad boli kafi ho gaya ab asli kam kare. Maine apna land ko us ki chikni chut. “What the fuck, do you want one of those for?!” asked Molly. “I could zap their telly and put the volume up!” “Oh yeah! Ha ha! Next year, maybe. “OK, let’s see who’s in.” Molly knocked but after a short while there was no reply, so she knocked a bit harder. A light came on in the hall and an older gentleman answered. He was dressed in trousers, a beige cardigan and a dark red, striped tie. His hair was mainly grey, with some dark bits still and was combed back, giving him a kind, avuncular.