If you can say one thing about my girlfriend you got to say she had beautiful tits. Everything else is ok but those tits were just heaven.I sat up str...aight as she welded the scissors and comb about until there was a big pile of clipping on the floor."Tell you what," I said with out moving my head, "from now on you're always going to cut my hair like this." Oh yeah," she said with a giggle, "in your dreams." No, I'm serious," I said.A few weeks later she offered to cut my hair again and I agreed. As she worked her cans all the way down, the gleaming head of my dick emerged, like the head of a baby during c***dbirth, splitting open a mother's twat. Then, as quickly as it appeared, was pulled back down into the depths. "How does that feel, sweetie?" She asked."Amazing." I answered.She smiled and looked into my eyes."Ready to hump?" She asked.I nodded."Okay, lets start slow until we work into a rythm." She said.She worked her breast as before but this time I began to buck my hips, meeting. Her principal destination had been Brookdale University. After parking in the main visitor's lot (She must definitely have to get her own car and stop borrowing Joy's ... but there were always more urgent things to do, darn it!), she stopped at the security desk and asked where the Sociology Department was.Ten minutes later, after having braved the labyrinth of buildings on campus, she arrived at the Sociology Department office and asked the secretary "Dr Crenshaw, please... ? My name is Lisa. Everything else is the same. They're me, just as much as I'm them. If I were analyzing myself I'd say that the dark image is my super-ego, the icy one is my Id, which would make me the ego, I guess." Wow..." she breathed softly, "you're really fucked up, huh?"I burst out laughing, wrapping my arms around Peggy so she wouldn't get thrown off or crushed while I rolled around."Thanks so much for that ringing vote of confidence." I wheezed."At least you don't look like a raccoon anymore." Yeah?.