” My voice trailed off into silence and the two of us couldn’t help but stare at the woman as she began to wriggle out of her thong.“Oh, my!” ...oan blurted out, “I love red hair!”And there, catching the rays of the Hawaiian morning, was the biggest bush of bright red hair between her legs. I wondered how she’d managed to tuck it all into her miniscule thong.“Now you know my secret,” she announced proudly. “I’m a true red head.”The conversation had started out with blatant truths and proceeded. Once, or maybe twice, a week was about right for her. That was about equal to the number of times she had brought herself off. However, after Freddy quit pestering her all the time to have sex, she liked being married and enjoyed the sex with her husband most of the time. As long as he did not want it to often, and once she had gotten used to him being on top of her.The beautiful wife flatly refused to perform oral sex for her new husband. As adamant as he was about fucking her just after they. Hazel put it down on the bedside table before bringing that hand back to stroke my cheek. My cheek felt odd as she stroked. Why? Of course. Normally I would have the beginnings of stubble by this time of day. Her hand slid smoothly across my skin. Had I been shaved? Her hand moved further, over my chin. My small beard had gone too. To her gentle touch my face seemed as smooth as hers. If it had been shaved, it was a very good shave. I brought my own hand up to feel my chin. Beardless.. None of this concerned me, though.By 10:45, we were finally told to go clock out. As we did so, I listened to other employees echo down the back hallway, as each one shuffled in line to make their way to the timeclock. Before long, we were all clocked out and heading out the front door. To my shock, I was approached by a slow-moving blue Camaro."Hey, baby! How much?" The girl giggled from the passenger's seat of the car, as the driver looked on with a grin on her face. The car had three girls.