She cut it herself as best as she could, but only to keep it out of harms way and frankly she was pretty sure if it wasn’t for her tits dangling in ...ront of her she could well be mistaken for a guy from the distance. It didn’t matter, in fact Moira had always found long hair to be a nuisance even back in the day with all the washing and trying to bring order into hair that was as rebellious as she felt herself, so cutting it short had only been another step to a freedom she hadn’t known she. Beginning my tongue assault on the clitoris of Rihanna, I brought my hands round to that perfect ass and began to squeeze, working the muscles. Licking and sucking as fast as I could to bring her to orgasm, I felt her hands guide mine to her tits and her nipples, and I began to play as the moans started to increase in volume.“FUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKK,” the singer screamed, as she arched her back and began to flow juices into my mouth, which was still licking and sucking on that clitoris.. I took a break for breath and told her that i loved her a lot. She held my face in her hands, kissed me on my cheek and said even she loved me a lot. Else she would not have agreed to all this in the first place. The smell of her breath was so very intoxicating and it was making me go mad. I again went for a long kiss and this time both of us were letting out some soft moans and she in particular was getting wilder and wilder. As we kissed she scratched on my back with her nails.And right then. My mind ina state of panic, I reach down to my chest and discovered to my suddenrelief that it was flat and hairy. I sighed. The dream had been soreal. I scratched my head. Well, one thing in the dream was right - myhair was too long. But it wasn't long as it had been in the dream. Itwas just getting a bit too shaggy. I again reminded myself to get ahaircut and drifted back to sleep.Everything seemed back to normal on Saturday. I was continuing to losea little body hair, but it seemed like.