The van with my other four turned south, Sally and I headed north.More scenes flashed through my head. Some were quick and I couldn't discern what was... happening, others seemed to linger as if they were memories that had been thought about a lot. Again, all of them seemed to be events from human history. None seemed very specific, but only what someone had witnessed and remembered from various moments in their lives.That thought disturbed me. One person had lived multiple lives? That wasn't. One of her hands went between her legs and she hitched up my shirt. I felt her manoeuvre my bra until one of my own boobs were exposed and I felt the heat of her hand as she briefly palmed it before taking my nipple between her finger and thumb and starting a repetitive rolling motion that drove me wild.Her small moans and sighs made my pussy throb and I felt overwhelmed by the sensations spinning through my body. I wanted to climb inside her, devour her, be her. I never wanted to stop sucking. My arms came up around him, my wall was gone. I hugged him, drew him into me as I let myself go. I cried and cried. Nothing in the world was letting me stop crying, stopping the tears from streaming down my face. Nothing was letting me release this man, the first man who had ever held themselve in my embrace with passion. Never did I want this moment to end. Finally, he pulled away from me and stared deep into my eyes. I thought to how red my eyes would look, my blotchy face. I pulled my hands. I put my hand on my cock under the hair smock that I had on. I knew it wouldnt take much to make me cum. Lois had her pussy against my arm and gave it a little wiggle. I better finish your haircut. Brenda Wilson will be her in about 10 minutes. We dont want her to see you like this. I just sat there trying to think of anything other than my cock. She finished up and as I was getting up she said whispered Maybe next time you come in we can continue this conversation. Just then Brenda walked in..