When i was a young boy, i used to live in a Parisian suburb, with skyscrapers, sand field, playing areas and all...
there was this mall too, and in this mall was a hair-dresser...I loved to go there to cut my hair bcoz of the owner...At the time, she was a mature woman, as far as i knew, with enormous teets...I was looking at them with admiration and she would rub them on me while cutting my hair, maybe not purposely, but, maybe she knew i liked it...Then, i would go home, all turned on, and help myself in the bathroom, or in my bed if nobody home... I couldn't wait for my hair to grow long again to have an other "moment" with this woman...
2006-07-10 07:48:21
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answered by Lionel 2
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