:---- Sai cosa sono arrivata a fare....? E... lo fatto per te...!Con stupore per il suo linguaggio gli risposi:---- . ... ... ..no!... ..! cosa...?---...- E stata la prima volta..! ---- Che cosa.. mamma...? --- Al fatto che... ... mi sono fatta SBORRARE IN BOCCA come una prostituta ...... ma, almeno ti è piaciuto... ? ho notato che avevi bisogno..!---- Moltissimo,. ..è qualcosa che non si può rinunciare. ... .E sono ancora in tiro..guarda...!..mamma........che effetto mi fai..!Lei un po' timorosa. “Good girl,” was all he said before he picked me up and dropped my wet pussy on his pole sized dick. I screamed as his cock hit my cervix. He lifted me by my ass and dropped me again. I was seeing stars but it hurt so good. He kept this up until I came all over his cock and balls. He kept lifting and dropping me until every hint of orgasm waned. I was deliriously happy. “Lick me clean my cum slut,” he ordered. I gladly complied. He had shrunk some but my talented tongue resurrected his cock.. The saw was very sharp. It did not take long before I was jelling "Timber". The tree fell, I tied a rope around it, and together, we began dragging it back to the cabin. The bridge was a little too narrow, so we had to lift the tree to get it over and onto the other side. The owner complemented us on our choice and helped us tie it onto the top of our car. I wasn't too worried about scratches, because if you remember, the top of the car was already scratched.We paid the friendly man and then. Being in her sixties, it could well be over a year at least, before it was anywhere near shoulder-length, not even passed her shoulders, how it used to be.She would sue the hair stylist now. Stanley would get the best lawyers on the case.Spending thousands of pounds, Denise eventually decided on a wig to wear in the meantime, but it just wasn’t the same.What if Dan realised, like he surely would? He wouldn’t fancy her as much then.Stanley wasn’t overly concerned at all. He was of ill health.