After that night, things were awkward between us. We did not really talk and they stopped coming to visit on Friday nights. I can totally understand w...y. What happened between us should never have happened.In spite of my wife asking when they would come again, I managed to put it off. It would seem that his wife was also giving him grief about it. Finally, the girls decided to set it up so that they would again visit. As I said before, it was awkward. He and I both tried to act naturally. In. The possum’s paws were moving even faster and his grin was, if possible, even bigger. ‘Pasquale, you pervert! What’s going on in the boat? I can’t see a thing except the male, and I’m tired of looking at his stupid grin.’ ‘Easy there, Brother Bass. It’s just like old Freddie told you. Mellow out and go with stroke, so to speak. Oh, yes.’ ‘Hey, you guys,’ Freddie croaked. ‘Look, now.’ There was no question where they should look. Bronson turned toward the boat. The female was standing with her. She said do you want me to cut it longer?Longer, I said, thinking I was joking, how can you cut it longer than it is?She smiled and said, I think you would look so nice with long hair, I'd be willing to try.Go ahead then, I laughed and her scissors flashed like magic in my eyes.She went to work smiling and trimmed o! so carefully and o! so gently.She talked to me as she worked about how lonely she sometimes felt.And how nice it was for someone to take care of you, like cutting your hair.Her. She can’t hear the vibrator but she sure can feel its strength as pleasure slowly builds inside her. As she finishes her breakfast, Kenny stands rather quickly. ‘I’m going to use the restroom before we go.’ she says as she scampers away. John picks up the dishes as he imagines what Kenny must be doing. He washes the dishes as he fantasizes. Once inside the bathroom again, Kenny franticly closes the door behind her and instantly slides her hand up her shirt and under her bra. She pinches at her.