She had mid shoulder length sandy blond hair that was shining in the florescent lights of the store. I have always had a hair fetish but its not like ...most people would think. I don’t cram hair down my throat or stuff it into my pussy or any of that weird ass stuff. I simply get very turned on by running my hands through it. Right away I started to fantasize about running my hands through Annie’s hair and I could feel a tingle in my crotch. And as luck would have it my manager sent her over to. It was early August and the weather in Massachusetts was perfect for two young boys to be out riding bikes and enjoying their summer vacation. We spent the day at the pond swimming and fishing. It was a couple hours before dinner and the sun was still out as we left the beach heading home. Along the way we were talking about the things that happened at the pond when out of nowhere Chris asked me "Jonny has your dick ever gotten hard?" I thought it was a strange question, stranger still it. " I put one hand on her face again, cupping her jaw and running my thumb over her parted lips. She started licking it, pulled it into her mouth to suck on while she fondled me. "Uh, yeah. Oh damn, baby. Fuck yeah. You do that good." She was really getting me going, and Diana had retreated now to the other chair, watching intently and smiling. My other hand went to her bra, gripping her ribcage and gently thumbing the stiff nipple I could reach through the cup. She stopped sucking my. Oh well…She decides to Put on her red bikini and take a swim. All she got out of her divorce was the children and the house with the pool. Why not use it! Maybe the cool water would sooth her hot body, sooth the ache that seemed to overtake her sometimes with emptiness between her legs that deep down she knew only a special man could fill. With a discouraged sigh she said out loud, ‘Oh well it won’t find me I am go to haft to find it!’ Dona spread a blanket out on the grass. She hated the.