She has a small and slightly turned-up nose and delicate, dainty ears. Her generous and full cupid lips complement her youthful appearance. She's also a natural strawberry blonde. Her soft and thick, silky tresses are a luxurious delight to my eyes and fingers. Sandy has grown her hair out to the classic asian length, precisely blunt cut straight across the bottom. She will never have layers cut into it, or change the color without my permission. When I allow her to wear it down in japanese public, always with me, her luxurious tresses fall past her buttocks to caress her upper thighs. Sandy is required to wear her hair up when she goes out alone in public. And not just in a ponytail; but in something that hides the length of her hair: a dancer’s bun, braided bun, chignon, a French twist, etc., as a constant visual reminder of her submission to me. Below is Sandy’s perspective (words) on how we met, and they are factually accurate. She is, of course, is writing this to please me, and all that may follow. WHAT CAN BE MORE LIBERATING for a woman to embrace her true biological nature, and to experience sexual nirvana and rapturous orgasms beyond belief? I reject the unnatural, artificial, modern social constructs of what constitutes a man or woman; the fleeting ideas of a warped modern industrial society that discourage, deny and constrain a woman of fulfilling her true biological sexuality. A truly liberated woman submits totally, heart and soul to her man. I grew up in Aurora, Nebraska and lived a quiet and sheltered, life, as the younger of my two sisters, both of them married with families and children, in the town where we grew up. They attend the same conservative Christian church. My sisters, like my mother, abide by the tradition of women mature in my mother’s side of the family of having long hair, inspired, in part, by 1 Corinthians 11:15, “But if MILF a woman has long hair, it is a glory to her.” Our small church was an important part of my life until I left home. My Daddy is Deacon there, and my Mama teaches Sunday school. Mama defers to him in most things. I love to paint and draw. Pottery and creating from clay comes easy for me, so, I left home and moved to the East coast to attend college in Rochester, NY, against my parent's wishes, because of my yearning to travel, and expand my horizons beyond my hometown. They all but disowned me. My parents cut me off, financially unless I returned to my senses and returned home. My sisters, however, understood and supported me, sending money when they could, as I focused on my studies, and maintained a 3.3-grade point average or better. I didn’t have time to date or see anyone. I was out of college for a year with a Masters of the Arts, and heavily in debt for my education loans. I sent my resume to dozens of places, finally hiring a professional service, and still, no offers or prospects in my career field. I was still a virgin, saving myself the right man. It doesn’t matter now. I’ve found my Hardcore place in life. And then John started feeling out Ed's dick and balls, too. Her body was shaking but it craved for that something deep inside that just wasn't there. Even Dimitri couldn’t contain himself. They went down, had a quick breakfast of eggs, toast and cereal. "Keep fucking him Lexi," Joy sternly commanded Lexi. My mature tongue stiffened in Rita's asshole at the feel of Tammy lapping up my snatch, starting at my clit and flicking across my hymen. He set the moaning girl down onto his bed and grabbed his cell from his bed stand. My brother was in the bathroom so I had time to strip MILF nude then put on my night gown. On the way the girls where talking a mile a minute. Much to the surprise of the preoccupied flax-haired lass, Audrey took two great handfuls of Hunter’s hair. Now one of them said, “Maybe japanese the underwear also.” And every protest I might have said die in my throat because I watch as she bends over the trunk of my car and slides my black briefs over her perky, pale ass, and fuck she looks good from this angle too. “Of course not!” I hissed as I stepped out of my panties. “Is that what caused you to cum while you were swimming as well?” Lucy asked. Said Professor McGongal. “So what’s up?” Andy asked. This thing touched my wife. I'm a little scared but excited. Her father grabbed the bottle then looked away from his daughter and took a long asian pull of wine. My hand rubbing her cute freckles ass. Her other hand stroked Hardcore up my thighs. Their bickering continued as I entered through the screen door. She’s playing with fire. Futa-spunk matted my blonde hair. Back in her twenties, they were B cup. There might be more sisters out there, but we only knew of Pam. “Krab built this over the Altar of Souls.” She moaned softly. Jon sent me to get our order and when I got back to him and Vicky the seat that they indicated for me to use was facing one end of the serving counter where there was a youth waiting to serve whoever came in. Jon told me to sit with my knees about a foot apart and to get on with eating my burger. One of the ranchhands hurried in with a large bucket.