I continue to hold and kiss beautiful Marisa, as Maricar slides the dress of the woman's shoulders and lowers in to her feet. Carefully Maricar coaxed... Marisa to raise each foot in heals up enough, one at a time to extricate the dress. I continue to kiss Marisa as Maricar hangs the woman's dress on a hanger in a closet area. Marisa's light coffee colors skin is perfect and magnificent, I unsnap her red bra and Maricar pulls down Marisa's red hip hugger panties, again over heels and then away. That was six years ago, and now happily married to each other, we stillliked to play games. So I took the key-card and headed for the room.I opened the door of a small suite to find a trail of rose petalsleading to the bedroom and on the bed was another note.*/Dial 221 and wait. /*I dialled 221 as instructed. The phone rang out three times, there was aclick, and then the phone went dead, so I waited…..After a short while, there was a firm knock at the door. I walked overand opened the door and. I had a feeling that I hadspecified a style earlier but was unsure if I was getting a crew- cut likeYvonne's or as long as possible like Crystal's. I decided to keep quiet andsee what happened, since either would be fine with me. When she startedcutting a straight edge well below my ear, I knew which it was to be, butstill, to my surprise, felt the same deep shock at the loss of so much hairas I had as Vanessa.Far too soon, the scissors had worked around to the other ear and my headfelt. I said that it should be an interesting talk and she laughed. She asked me if I'd had some good fantasies about it and I admitted that one or two things had come to mind we might do and she gave a dirty little chuckle. I grinned at her and told her that she was a dirty girl, to which she looked a bit miffed, and curious at the same time. "Why do you think I'm a dirty girl?" I told her that some of the things she'd done last night in my fantasies, well! If that wasn't dirty, what was? She socked.