"Mit einem Langhaarschneider entfernte sie alle Haare oberhalb desNetzes. Dann st?lpte sie mir das Haarteil ?ber. Wahnsinn, diese Haarewaren LANG. Ich...meine richtig lang! Und die Farbe! Ein Kastanienbraun,aber das sch?nste, das ich je gesehen hatte. Und wie es gl?nzte!Im Sitzen konnte ich nicht sehen wie weit die Haare reichten. Ich bekamgar nicht mit, wie sie die Haare an dem Netz befestigte. Aber sie warschnell fertig damit. Probehalber zog sie daran. Es ziepte. Ich sp?rtejetzt auch das. For all the creep's suave looks and cool demeanor, he was probably a rigid old man, who would never appreciate the creative and fertile mind behind Abby's eyes. Imagining how the man would react to finding out that Abby was really a tatted Goth, who liked to play with voodoo dolls and sleep in a coffin, Tim's blood managed to cool enough for him to hear Tony calling to him."TIM!" Tony rarely used his first name but this op was the time for it. "Don't let him rile you! It isn't worth it! He's. You lean forward and roll me over onto the bed, I spread my legs out showing you my hole. You grab your shaft and pop it back into my little pink butt. It feels amazing, you begin pounding me, all of your length and your girth just entering me. I begin to moan loader and loader, with every thrust the pleasure is even better. I start to wiggle my ass around your pole and you start grabbing my breasts. My hands begin rubbing your abdomen, the sweat rolling off of you running down my fingers. You. Ipanic and look around, no one is there, "bu.." I gasp "wher.." my voice,her voice, "where am... I" I realize I'm alone, where is my body. Mybody, her mind, "where are you?!" ... silence without closure, I mustbe.. in.. here, I look at her body, and she must be some where in here.I feel tears on her face, I need her more than I've ever needed her, Ineed a shoulder to cry on, "she'll be back right?! You'll be backright?!" I look myself over and feel so soft in every way one can. Igrab blankets.