Yet I’ll still be determined to extend the tease for as long as I can, and though my face is now quite close to you I will not touch you there just ...yet, I prefer to have you feel my cool breath blowing at you first. You moan in frustration and jerk at me, hoping to brush your needy cunt against my face, but I will gently scold you, naughty girl, before I deign to trace your folds ever so slightly with the tip of my finger. Perhaps my other hand will be stroking your flesh elsewhere: your belly,. Tsk tsk tsk..’ The stranger tipped his hat back with the barrel of his smoking .45, revealing a set of piercing, ice blue eyes. The eyes of a killer. Those eyes were cold, but she could see the sparks mirthfully dancing behind them, the eyes of a man who knows he is a superior specimen. ‘Must be all the whisky, setting my aim off.’ He mused as he cocked the hammer of his big pistol back. It clicked loudly as it set, echoing through the silent tavern seemingly as loudly as the gunshots he fired. I was thinking how is this sexy young lady having an affair with the barber. His only positive was that his hair was perfectly trimmed, face and pubic hair clean shaved, even armpits were clean.The barber laid down on and Ritu mounted on top. He was massaging her medium-sized, cricket ball-shaped tits. Her long hair was pooling in front of her on his chest and near his dick. She was riding him like a cowgirl.The barber extended his hand and cleared her freshly cut bangs to both sides. With the. It is a bit harder being me, since my body is refusing to age. Seriously, not a sign of puberty. No tits. No hair. No periods. No growth. I look like a fucking ten year old. It's some bizarre syndrome that affects only one in a million or something, where bits of my body don't respond to the puberty hormones. Or at least if they do so, they are very lethargic about it. The doctors say the hormones are there, and yes, I do think about sex a lot, but on the other hand, I look like a kid. My face.