.." "Can you please make... make melook... pretty."I was broken. And she had not even started.That is when she started telling me what she was going ...to do to me."Sweety, your dark hair is really pretty, and has a lot of volume, butyour mom thinks it needs to pop a little more. She has told me that Ican dye the top layer a very light blonde - you are going to love beinga blonde - they boys will be all over you. What is especially nice isthat we will leave your hair dark underneath - a little. I knew he was gay because he used to beg me to wank in front of him when we were both at school, and I always did. So I went to his house for a 'catch up' So I was sat on his bed and he was on the other side of the room, so yeah we were chatting for a bit and the topic got on to sex as he knew the guy i fucked. So I told him all about it, I could see him getting pretty hard from obviously thinking of sex, just the sight of his bulge made me lust for it more, and I started to get hard. It was. During dinner I went to pour Rosalind a third glass of wine she stopped me and said, “Don’t go getting me too drunk tonight Yank; I’m not so sore anymore!” We skipped dessert. Back in our room, lovemaking was unrushed and I touched and kissed all of her. I traced Rosalind’s name on her skin with my finger and composed a full-on love letter and traced it on her back. “Cheeky bastard, Rosalind said, if you’re going to finger me put that thing where it’ll do more good.” Playfully I slapped her. Then the guy would have to be taken home. So it was gone three when we finally arrived at Rebecca’s house. She was worried, as there were lights on, so she figured her parents were still up waiting for her and they weren’t going to be happy. Now I’ve always found that if you are prepared to take the bull by the horns, you can achieve miracles, sometimes! So asking the two A’s if they would wait for me, I took hold of Becky’s hand and marched up to the front door. The door swung open before we.