" Why do you say that?"Dawn's grin was downright perverse, "Because you're still inside of me. And, you're getting hard again."Thule shifted a little,... rubbing up inside of her, "Those two facts have more in common with each other than with the conversation."Dawn laughed, hugging him hard, "Flatterer."They might have lay in bed all evening, cuddling and talking, if Dawn's stomach hadn't grumbled rather emphatically just as the sun was going down."Hungry?" Thule asked."Famished," said Dawn."Why. Stroking my cock slowly, I say to Emma , 'see how much you have turned me on' .'Yes' was her whispered reply. I move to get behind her, letting my cock brush against her thigh, the heat coming off her body is incredible, and when I unfasten her bra I feel that her skin is already moist with sweat. I press my hardness against the gap at the top of her legs, and she pushes back onto it as I slip the bra straps off her shoulders and let the garment fall to the floor. I move closer to reach around. I heard footsteps coming toward me and I looked over and was able to see a tall brown haired girl with a pair of scissors in her hands. She smiled at me and told me what was going on.She explained how Kathi had brought me here to have my hair done as well as a few other 'improvements'. I now had a blond wig that was permanently glued to my head; the hair fell to my butt and make-up tattooed to my face. I had purple eye shadow, black eyeliner, pink rose blush and luscious red lips and none of. Pat decided to rescue him."Hi, Maryanne: I see you have found a new friend. Oh, excuse me, its Tom isn't it?" I smiled at him as he quickly extricated himself and moved away."Yes, Mrs. Smith, it's nice to see you again. I hope everything is satisfactory in your new apartment?" He said this with no attempt at sarcasm. He was obviously grateful for the escape."Things are just fine, Tom. I couldn't ask for more. Please thank Mr. Wallace for me." He was Tom's boss and I knew him well.Tom made his.