" He stood, drawing her to her feet. "One with hair like yours should take care of it." Do you think I could cut it off?"He raised his brow at her. "W...hy would you want to?" I..." Shime lowered her head. "He made me grow it out," she said quietly.Higzashi nodded. "If it's what you want, then you're welcome to it." He ran his fingers through it gently. "If you think it will be rid of the memory of his touch, I can tell you it won't." He tapped her temple lightly. "That happens in here."She peered. The other girls begin giggling historically. Skirt girl struggling to start laughing, knowing it would make her burst. She continues gripping the edge, bending and bouncing . Out of nowhere jean girl, slides closer to her, wraps her arms around skirt girls waist, and rests the palms of her hands lightly against skirt girls super swollen belly. Still laughing, jean girl presses tight up against her, so close, skirt girl can feel the wet jeans. Just when skirt girl starts to speak, jean girl. It was time to really start the show.The others were in agreement. Harry and John were on their backs with their girlfriends skewered on their laps so all four had a reasonable view between Margaret's legs and Will's arms. Ginger had knelt beside John's head and, while they were waiting for the show to begin, John was gently sucking on his hard penis.Since their first real contact the week before neither had said or done anything that would indicate they were more than just mates. Now Ginger. You're not for me. I'll have a few beers, and I'll be okay."I took a sip of the sparkling wine. Not bad! I threw the rest in dip shit's face and turned to walk away. Her dad grabbed my arm and yelled something, but I was past giving a shit, way past. I grabbed his offending arm and caught him on the point of his chin with a short uppercut that had my weight behind it. I jumped off the stage leaving ... I didn't know what carnage behind me. I walked directly towards my truck expecting someone to.