I don't really think he really had a hair fetish. I think it was all about control. He never showed any particular interest in my head hair for instan...ce. It was just one day, in early summer, when I was going to trim my bikini line. And I told him, and suggested that maybe I should get a Brazilian, would he like it? It was just teasing talk, really. But he suddenly said No, he didn't like that. He wanted me to leave it natural. And it sort of grew from there. A year later, and it took that. Marcus stood, surprised, looking at the closed door. He had expected her to invite him back in. After all their conversations, after seeing the paintings, he knew she liked sex, after the kiss, he knew they had chemistry. She hadn’t seemed like a tease or a flirt during dinner. And yet, she’d just left him outside, alone. Walking back toward his car, Marcus went over the night in his head, looking for some kind of sign, and then it hit him what an ass he was being. She’d told him her kids. She raised up and pulled her shirt down but pulled off her bra. As I got off at a exit, I noticed a porn store close to the gas station. The restrooms were on the side of the building and only one worked. She went first and after she was done, she open the door and pulled me inside. I saw her panties in the sink. She kissed me hard and said,"I NEED SOME COCK, NOW!" I turn her aroud and kissed her neck and whisper in her ear,I'll give you some cock. All the cock you cah handle. There is a adult. Her mouth opened wide and her Green eyes quickly foundmine. "Oh my goodness! what do we have here?" My heartrate quicklydoubled as she bent over to pick up the nylons that now laid by herhigh heeled clad feet. As she inspected the sheer hose she set her bagand gloves back on the bed and then walked right by me and over to theopen door. Her hand slowly closed the door and she walked back over tothe edge of the bed without ever breaking off her glare on me."So sweetie, it looks like you were.