How I held back my own orgasm I don’t really know. I brought my love to two more orgasms, each stronger than the previous. I loved watching and feel...ing Kelly cum as much as my own release. As I stared into her eyes, there was still an afterglow from the sunset; the looks in her eyes and on her face were a marvel to watch. She would stare into my eyes. I seemed to hit a particularly sensitive spot. Her eyes would go wide, as if in surprise, then slam shut, as if trying to hold everything in. Her. The other stylists and their customers also took a peek occasionally. Acouple of the customers finished their stylings while Brianne was atwork and they stood and watched Brianne for a couple of minutes. Theywere smiling, and shaking their heads. I couldn't tell for sure if itwas because they thought it was funny, or because they thought it wassweet. I was pretty sure that I was getting a girl's hairstyle. Thebra, the shirt that looked like a blouse, the eyebrows, and Kristi'scomments all. I fill my tops nicely with 32C breasts, always showing off a little bit of cleavage. I go to the bar and give the order to the bar tender, when Tara comes up to me with a cheeky grin. “How did you get so lucky, G?!” My name is Grace, but everyone for as long as I can remember, has always called me G. “Oh, you know. I flash a pretty little smile, and get lucky to be serving fifteen men.” I tease her. She is one of the biggest flirts, and known for her over the top ways of getting tips. The. He needs to wait many months before he can lay a hand on it. We kiss. He fondles my tits.He gets his first chance at a special party at a boat outside Amsterdam. Where? No idea!I live in a large room at Stadionkade, near Olympic Stadium. My landlady is single and 35+.I am sometimes invited for drinks at her. Girls talk over glasses of sherry. She's tall, as I am.I remember her same sighs at end of a bottle: "Now I need a man, who knows what he can!"I think she has as little sex as me. I live at.