The thought of doing a group sex encounter in public was enough to turn Morgan into a sex crazed bitch in heat, but the guys were still a little nervo...s. If anyone was to wander back into the locker room and catch them getting it on with a chick with a dick, what would they think. A flash of Morgan’s D-Cup tits quieted some of the nervousness. Back in the locker room Morgan figured the guys needed a little help to loosen up. She put on a striptease dance for them, disrobing and grinding herself. It was an unlikely script. And it all started with, ‘I love your haircut’.Coco Chanel once stated, ‘A woman who cuts her hair is about to change her life’. It’s true. I was announcing, without really announcing, ‘moving on’ with the ‘breakup cut’. The let’s-cut-it-all-off-haircut was a statement of personal empowerment, an adieu to an affecting three-year relationship with a Hungarian woman I had fallen madly in love with during my sabbatical in London. My first serious lesbian relationship. I. No signal. Three hundred dollars for an Iphone and it didn't work. Which meant he was stranded up here, with no way to call AAA, or anyone else, for that matter.Foster sighed bitterly and stared out the windshield. It looked like he was in for a walk. In the teeth of November high in the Cascade Mountains, even. What a god damn fix I'm in now, he thought.The night was perfectly clear, with not much of a wind, and as a result the temperature had dropped from the mid sixties in Spokane all the. They would have to face each other sooner or later, but she was glad not to have to walk into any awkward confrontations the moment she got home. It was one thing to send her son a text pretending to pass it off lightly, but looking him in the eye wasn’t going to be so easy.She went upstairs to her bedroom and kicked off her shoes, then took off her loose blouse and removed her bra, freeing her large, firm tits. She spent a couple of minutes just massaging her naked orbs, until her nipples were.