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See you Saturday,” Dan said. Zach hung up and called the salon. The gal who answered the phone said Barb worked the next day. He scheduled an appointment for mid-afternoon. First thing the next morning Zach called his employer. He’d worked there for three straight summers and they were always glad to have him back. They told him to come in and sign everything and he would start the following Monday. Zach took a shower and shampooed his golden locks. He dressed casual but neat and went to fill out the paperwork for his job. He grabbed some lunch and went to a bookstore and bought a couple paperbacks. He did some reading and browsed until it was time for his hair appointment. He got to the salon a little early and checked in. He took a seat with a good view of Barb. She had worked at this place for years so she had a choice workspace near the back and had an old guy in her chair. She looked good as usual, her slim body dressed in a black zippered smock with sleeves to her elbows, black tights on her legs and black flats on her feet. Her blond curls danced on her shoulders as she tits moved to and fro, snipping away. He always liked going to Barb for haircuts. She looked good, smelled good and took her time, fussing over every little edge, evening it here and there, making sure it looked just so. Another thing about Barb that Zach liked was that she wore very little makeup, only a subtle touch around the eyes and polished nails. But jewelry was a amateur different story. She always wore a lot of jewelry: head-to-toe necklaces, rings, bracelets, earrings, anal you name it. Even as he looked at her from his chair in the waiting area at the front he could see gold chains dangling from her earlobes, bracelets and bangles on both her wrists, rings on most of her fingers and ankle bracelets. He wondered how much more he couldn’t see. Finally Barb pulled the sheet off of the old man and he rose out of his chair. He preened in front of the mirror for a moment before they walked up front to the cash register. He paid, said thanks and walked past Zach and out the door. “Okay, who’s next?” Barb called out loudly, pretending to look at the appointment schedule on the counter. “Do we have a Zach?” She looked at him and grinned. Zach stood up and walked toward her and Barb came around the counter and gave him a hug. “Hi, Zach, welcome home,” she said. “You look great! How are you doing?” “I’m good, how are you?” “Good, shaved come on back,” she said. Zach took his seat and Barb covered him and wrapped the paper strip around his collar. Barb smelled good, just like he remembered, like fresh flowers. As she readied her tools they made small talk: How’s school, how’s the family, small all that jazz. Then Barb turned to him and was ready to get started. She cocked her head and looked at him for a moment, and lifted his hair and let it flop back down. “Zach, I have to say, you’ve certainly grown into a handsome young man,” she said. “But damn boy, do you ever need a haircut!” "Yes Sire, I was called Toran by my first crew." The clouds moved west, taking the cold breeze with them, and by the time Henry opened his eyes the following morning, the sky was bright blue, and the sun was out. "Sweetheart, whatever it is you decide to do, will only be is sex! “Oh, OH, OOOHHH, Jon!!!” Leonie screamed and I felt her pussy pushing down on my fingers as she climaxed. Her womanly folds were already quivering just by the thought of her idol laying with her. “Ahhh,” Chad moaned aloud. She said yes Sir I understand. “Ok. But, if you change your mind before you leave, let me know.” I said. Heidi sat small panting, moaning and trembling. Her shoulder length black hair thrashed back anal and forth as she struggled to move. I'd never seen Bonnie fight, but it was clear she was not one amateur to triffle with. Since I had few shaved beers and was not going to drive back home immediately. Her arousal was now out of control. During the drive, my head began to think about the upcoming Thanksgiving feast that we needed to put on at the house. She holds Margaret down longer than she should, as her lewd cowhole puckers and winks wildly. I asked about Mrs. Stewart. The sound of rustling was followed by the tits boy’s voice. “You ok Lita? Which end do you want, cuz?” It must have been 9 inches long, and as thick as a doorknob. "Well, I gotta' jacuzzi in my basement ...." She was glad for it, but as she gazed at him, she felt a sense of loss.