I wasn’t sure if she called me home for a chat or something more, But I just went there prepared, bought a pack of Durex. So it was a Monday morning.... Took a shower, dressed up well and reached there by 10:30. It was an apartment complex.So after parking my bike, I was so freaking excited to just see her because she was such a beauty. So reached her door and knocked on it. Oh, my god, she opened the door with her prettiest smile. So she’s like oh it’s so nice to see you after a long time, so I. Unfortunately she couldn’t go, which disappointed me as I wanted to play with her again, but work was dragging her away that weekend. Anyway she put me onto the organiser, a girl called Catherine, and got her to send me through the details. Catherine told me details of the venue, a gay club in Glasgow that was TV friendly, details of local hotels and costs, and told me if I wanted to go, just let her know and she’ll help me out with things. ‘Great’ I thought, ‘a night out as Lisa which. Thus revealed was the other reason she was so pale. Above the triangle at the top of her legs was a soft, luscious growth of russet coloured curls but her hair was brown. 'You're a redhead.' I said softly. I didn't mean to, it sounded too critical. 'He made me colour my hair. Said I stood out too much with my coloured hair.' She explained. I looked up and imagined her with hair the same colour as the thatch that adorned her cunt. Tumbling russet curls would change her looks entirely. She. But life did have a tendency to throw you those kinds of surprises now and then, didn’t it? ‘Anyways… what I noticed from my first visit with you was that I was much calmer after just one hour, very much so. And that didn’t seem logical somehow, because all we did was say hi, and then you let me talk about basically anything. But talking about everyday things somehow made me find solutions to problems that I’d been worrying about, and things started to just click smoothly in place. I could.