He had warned me enough times that it did not come as a surprise that anger was one of the things that I saw on his face. It was the other things that...had me scared that I would lose him.So there we were, struggling in the short tight hallway that led to my dorm room door and freedom for Charlie. He was fully dressed and 6'6" tall, with brown hair, freckled fair skin, piercing blue eyes behind gold-rimmed wire-frame eyeglasses and a handsome face that betrayed every emotion he felt as soon as. She had a nice full sized rack, about a 38c, and very curvy hips. She was so sexy with her lushious blonde hair flowing to the side of her boobs. She was in her room tieing the corset, when she stopped and relized something. She stood there staring at herself in the mirror, she was beautful and everybody knew that, but she never got a good look at herself. Damn she was getting herself wet just looking at the sexy woman in the mirror. She started to play around with herself. Lightly runbing her. She was dressed in her choir girl costume because this was part of the bishop’s ritual scenario and I could see her plump behind quivering underneath the white robes with youthful enthusiasm.In all honesty I had never been into her ass or feminine folds in a sexual manner but I had taken advantage of her innocence before to grope her private parts and juicy bits with great pleasure. She was a willing wench and ready to follow orders no matter how depraved or nasty to most females either young. And you know what? I am justthe woman to give my guy all he desires. He has done the same for me allthese years. So watch out! The hair is going to fly, the hairspray willfly and he may not have any hair left after I do my super teasing on hiscurls. But I am going to enjoy this. And so is he!I have a picture in my head. Doris Day in the late forties or earlyfifties. Cute as button. Quite used to wet sets, if you can believe thepictures. Demure makeup. Check! Wet set curls. Check! Soft.