.........Again, another fantasy that was biting them on the ass.No more clip-on earings for me...........I caught my reflection in themirror.What had ...they done?It was a pretty, girlie cut. A few waves in there, lots of feathering. Itwas quite delightful except.....the hair-dresser had dyed my hair blonde!She had explained it would last a while, and that with the rightaccessories the hair would be pretty low maintenance, but had suggested Imight get downstairs done, too, so any men would think I. It's not a determination. He knows it. With every embrace, with every touch upon her nude flesh, with every kiss of his lips and thrust of hips, he tells her how convinced he is that he will love her forever. He feels her hair cascade around his face as her supple lips swirl upon his cheeks and mouth and neck. In the darkness, he still sees the colour of each strand, like pulled molasses taffy. Just the thought of it elicits a sweetness on his tongue. There were days that the sun seemed to set. My friend Summer asked me if I wanted to hang out at Clinton Lake Park, which we did at least once a week. The strange thing was she wanted me to come alone this time. Normally we hung out as a group with our other friends, but not that day. I didn't think much about it during the school day, as it didn't seem noteworthy at the time. I remember waiting for the bell to ring, and coming out of math class at the end of the day wondering if my sister had track practice so I could get our room to. She then decided she wanted to get something below but I was in the way.With out asking me to move she started to try and step over me but could not find the ladder on the other side. Her foot went down into thin air and she ended up sat astride me with feet dangling down, both inside and out. Her foot was searching for the step on the inside. Realising she was too far to the side she then wriggled across to adjust her position only she was sliding herself onto my soft cock.I was trying not to.