#115

love is in the hair said hildegard as she unleashed her bun into the two miles of locks that a moment ago were piled on her head and then we climbed into the great white convertible and i stepped on the gas harder and harder until all two miles of hair was blown taut like old glory in a hurricane and then i looked at the speedometer to find that we were traveling at one hundred seventy mph and my joy was interrupted by a strangling fear of law enforcement until i realized that if i accelerated just a little bit more no swine could ever catch me so i set cruise control at two ten and then i climbed onto hildegards hair and walked on it like a plank for a mile or so until the roaring white whale was barely visible in the distance then i stripped stark naked and lay down to get a tan but the gale force wind tickled my balls and the sun made me horny so i flipped onto my stomach and fucked hildegards hair until a banshee orgasm ripped my loins in two and littered the desert highway with untold generations of me which screamed and shriveled in the heat and i turned over on my back penis in the air like a sundial and muttered to myself over and over love is in the hair