Nobody on campus had a second thought about the way my hair looked. With male students wearing their hair in ponytails or letting their hair be unkemp...t, having neat hair, even if it was in a feminine style, elicited no adverse comments. Several of my female classmates commented on how nice my hair looked. If only they knew how nice my toenails looked also, they would have been very surprised. On Saturday morning, I finally washed out my set and then I conditioned my hair. I towel dried it and. One by one they lined up holding those big, hard cocks in their hands and pussy juice was seeping out of me and running down the inside of my legs. I took each one deep down and some were so nice and thick that I couldn't get them in as deep as I wanted. First I'd lick the head and flick them under the hood with my tongue and then tell them to push it in my throat. When they were fully in me I'd grasp the root of their cock between my lips, apply pressure and then loosen up and I did it several. ’So he had time to think and remember, remember and think. Think about the first girl he had kissed in a pub car park after school. The first girl he had fingered in the park on a Thursday night. Coming too soon in the first girl he fucked but making up for it minutes later by making her scream in ecstasy. From that point on he had quickly gained a reputation and girls flocked to see if it was true. He’d used them all. Nailing them a few times before moving onto the next prettier, sexier,. Lisa was jolted out of her euphoric daze when she felt a slight pulsing pressure nudge against her vaginal opening. The nudging pressure built and Lisa gasped when she felt the entrance to her vagina being gently opened. She knew the head of the Plant’s stamen was at the portal to her womanhood. Lisa felt a warm liquid oozing from the head of her Lover and a delicious warmth spread around her eager entrance as the opening was being pushed apart and the warmth spread inward. Her inner lips.