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Ohhh s****r !!

Date: 9/30/2017, Categories: Taboo, Voyeur, Author: kap007, Rating: 93, Source: xHamster

girl." I laughed. "I look like a girl just because I have long hair? I'm over six feet tall with a six pack and no boobs." I continued to laugh. "Well, it's just that I like short hair. You would look so great with short hair." I stood up and walked into the kitchen of her apartment. "I'll think about it." I said absently while retrieving a bottled water. "Babe, do you want a water?" I heard her sigh. "Are you changing the subject?" She stood and sauntered into the kitchen with me. "Were we still talking about it?" I swallowed some water. She stepped up close to me and molded her body to mine. "Yes." Then her arms went around my neck and she kissed me again. "Because your hair gets into my mouth more than mine does." I smirked. "I could wear a ponytail." I kissed her back. "Ha. That's so nineties." "It's not that long. It's just over my shoulders. And some people actually like it." "Like who?" "Like me." She smiled. "I'm sorry, hun. I didn't mean to be...you know." She stroked my hair. "If you like it, it's fine with me." I pretended to smile. Rachel pulled up into my driveway. I had spent the night with her, not something I do often because my parents frowned on it. I either lived here or I lived with her. "I hope they like me." She said as I got out of the car to open her door. "Why wouldn't they?" I gave her a lingering kiss. "Is that your s****r?" I turned in time to see the curtain at Izzy's window move but no one was there. I looked back at Rachel. "I didn't see ... anyone." I ushered her into the house. My Mom poked her head out of the kitchen, Dad came out of the den, Amy and Marissa rushed into the room. You would have thought the President of the United States had just come through the door. I looked up at the top of the stairs and Isabelle was standing there with her head flopping and her lip pulled down into a grimace, her hand clawed at her side and her muscles jerking. I turned to Rachel and introduced her to my f****y. They each greeted her with a look of awe; as if they could barely believe that I could pull such a beautiful creature. Isabelle's slurred greeting was met with Rachel's cheerleader-like hello. We gathered in the living room for the obligatory meet and greet. Rachel sat on the couch next to me holding my hand. She is one of those girls that can talk to anyone about anything. She would be some man's trophy wife one day; not mine. I don't love this woman. I love the woman that is sitting across from us in the armchair with her head flopping like mad and her leg twitching and arm stretching and jerking. Amy gives her a curious look. Even they could see her agitation. Rachel started talking to her in a slightly elevated voice, speaking slowly as if she is both deaf and dumb. "Isabelle, Paul says that you are majoring in business." "Economics. Logistics." Rachel frowned before masking it with a look of interest. Izzy's words had been so slurred that she hadn't been able to make it out, and I didn't interpret for her. Mom got ...