I got my haircut in Australia just a little while ago. It's one of the best haircuts or my life -- no shit. The barber was gay (they are the best) and he had wonderful hands. But, the best part was there were these two girls in the shop (one getting colored, and one watching). The one watching was a real yummy-hunnee. You could tell she was gonna be overweight in a few years. But today, her thighs were drenched in maple-colored Aussie sunshine, her pink short-shorts were riding low, giving me treats of glorious unspoilt butt-crack as I had my head looked after, and her friend kept giving me peekaboos of black lace panties from under the tinfoil chaos of her in-progress coloring job and a jealous desire for my American attention that was impossible for either of them to contain. Having a blast here
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