In love with long hair

All my life I have been in love with long hair. My first babysitter had hair almost to her knees. Whenever my parents were going out I could not wait for my sitter to arrive. She was 18 and like many girls in the sixties she had incredible thick long hair but knowing that my parents were very conservative she always arrived with her mane neatly put up in a bun wearing simple clothes. What they did not know was that in her purse was her brush. Simply meant for me to have fun with. She had been my sitter for as long as I can remember and from the time I can remember I was always wanting to play with it. Now don’t get me wrong, this was all quite innocent. I was only six at the time and there was not possible way anything sexual could or would ever happen but all the same, she was more then happy to keep me quiet while she would watch tv. How easy a job this was for her! She got a kid that was not a little snot and as a bonus she would get to have her hair brushed until I was so tired I just fell asleep. Usually still holding the brush halfway stuck down her back. And I know she must have truly enjoyed it as she never said no to my request to play with all that hair.