The strange thing about her was her baldness. It did not look at if her hair had been shaved off, neither that she had some sort of disease that had m...de her lose it. It was just a headless head. I had heard stories of sorceresses whose powers was tied to their hair, that the longer their hair the more powerful they were, and that the way to defeat them was to cut it off. But then I had heard many stories."So," she said casually as we wandered aimlessly, as I unfortunately had no idea where my. All the times in the past week (god has it only been a week) that she had put me in a position to be embarrassed by my cock, she was gorging herself on my mountain of discomfort. I turned to see the effect Rachs comment had had on Lidia. Her nervousness was blatantly obvious as she fretted with her glass, avoiding looking at either of us. I looked back to Rach, who was watching her intently, Lidias discomfort fueling her carnal engine. Rach would have to adjust to my, newly found, freedom from. Naturally, as soon as I sat down, the stupid dog flopped down and padded off - but I noted with interest that my wife stayed saddled up close to Boyd. We’d already each had a drink while talking earlier and I’d just handed out a second round. In fact, it was the third for my wife as she’d had a glass just before Boyd arrived.We soon had a lively conversation about the hoops we humans go through to satisfy our pets, what we put up with – simple small talk. More wine for the missus, and a duo of. The play-offs were heavy on my mind, as I pondered the end of my high school football career. It had been, well---the experience of a lifetime. I had amassed over 20 trophies in the four years, and I guessed, a few more yet to come from the championships. Monday morning finally came around, and I dragged my ass off to school. The festivities were to be expected, with the playoffs now just a week away. During that week, I think I musta fucked ½ dozen girls in the bois bathroom, or the locker.