"If you'd been around her, you'd know she dyes her hair these wild, crazy colors, and she changes it like every month or so. That night she had purple... hair. But her pussy hair didn't match. It was brown. If she was my girlfriend, I'd talk her into dying her pussy hair too. Or maybe shaving it off. She'd look hot that way. What's that? No, I wouldn't call her a beauty queen. But like I said, she's cute, and I bet she'd be loyal, and passionate, and as crazy in bed as her hair color is. Who wants. What we liked, music, food, a****ls, etc.We finally arrive at the cabin and toss our things in the bedroom. You wanted to go fishing right away.So, off we go again heading to a remote spot on the river that you found. It was pretty, a lot of trees and shade and secluded. We baited our hooks and set up and tossed in our poles. You were whispering how nice my breast looked and that you wanted to see more.You mentioned that you had another pole that needed attending too. You walked over to me and. I hate Thanksgiving so much that fucking the brains out of some strange grubby homeless guy just seems right to me. My psychologist says that I have a "self-loathing" issue and that may be so, but I don't really care what he says. It fills a deep down need in me. I only have sex once a year, on Thanksgiving Day, and always with some drunken smelly guy who probably won't even remember who he had sex with by morning. He might not even realize that he had sex at all. But I would know, and I always. We hit it off great. She is a wonderful lady. Her husband was away and she was alone and invited me to stay with her a few days and who was I to turn a beautiful woman like her down. Her home was on the beach so we didn't have to walk far.She invited me in and I was in heaven right then. After a couple of drinks she showed the shower room and I went in. As I was showering she cam in and asked if she could join me. Again who am I do deny a beautiful woman and said yes please do. As she was.