I just gazed at her lovingly. She really was beautiful, sitting there in her negligee. With that body, those exquisite emerald eyes, and her thick, sh...ny shoulder-length dark blonde hair, there was no way anyone would think she was a man.Until that moment, I hadn't had a clue why I was attracted so strongly to men with long hair. Most of my really memorable lovers had worn their flowing locks in a ponytail, as Danny did. Now, it all made sense. I can still remember the first time I laid eyes on. My balls boiled. The moans of the maiden and the grip of the dryad's pussy drove me wild. My red hair tumbled about my shoulders as I worked my hips, plowing deep into the dryad's pussy.The dryad moaned louder. Her pussy clenched and relaxed. Her fingers dug into Viora's hips. The dryad's pussy spasmed about my cock. As she came, the dryad moaned her passion into Viora's pussy. Her tight sheath massaged my cock as I worked it in and out of her depths.“Oh, she's moaning on my clit,” gasped. Would she twitch, or would it be like falling asleep?Another breath.The room was getting dim. Her heart was pounding in her ears. She felt a small trickle of liquid run down the inside of her thigh. Reflexively she squeezed her legs together. No, please God, nothing messy. This was her best dress. She got ready for this just so she's be pretty. Please God, no pee.Her breath rattled. The pain was gone.Who would find here, here in her best dress? Who would find her? Momma?Wheeze.Momma? Is that. I'm strong enough to hold you. Betty, you've always been beautiful, but right now, you have an incredible glow." Carol slid a thigh between Betty's, easily lifting her weight, and began grinding against her as they began to kiss. Betty responded, rubbing her mound against Carol's much stronger leg.They writhed, until Carol slipped her hands around Betty's hips, and slid several fingers into her still-relaxed asshole. Betty's scream did not match her usual self-control, and, indeed, she slumped.