With a small bite of his lower lip she broke away from their kiss and took a small step back from him. She ran her hands down his chest taking in the ...eeling of the soft hairs that ran from the top down to his belly, then to the thin trail that led to his cock. She let her eyes move down to finally see it.Her eyes fell upon it the same time her hands reached the base of his erection. She was happy to see it wasn't as incredibly huge as some were in the videos she had watched. She would have. ." Erika started to run shampoo through Chris'shair.As she massaged his scalp, the hair on Chris's head, which was aslightly unkempt mop of brown hair, began to glow. Chris, naturally,didn't notice any of this as he relished the scalp massage he wasgetting.After rinsing out Chris's hair, Erika towel-dried it, before she tookout a pair of scissors. Keeping the chair turned away from the mirror,Erika cut and snipped the long, shiny hair, working methodically withthe scissors. Chris wondered what. He managed to stay because he was useful to the local peoples, getting them things they had no hope of obtaining, through a network of theft and appropriation. In most cases, it was simple items like aluminium pots or weapons that he provided. But, drugs had also been his stock in trade.He was a two-way conduit, smuggling stuff in and out. Whoever had the cash got the goods, whatever it was. Right now, he had an order to fill. One of his connections in the animal trade wanted two baby gorillas;. I’ll never leave you, sweets. It’d hurt us too much… Michael’s breath swept along the side of her neck. Aligail is a receptive girl of both the ‘natural’ and ‘supernatural’. She’s his special vessel and the one he cherishes. Michael inhabited her thoughts. The phenomenon can’t be explained. Not yet, at least. Two years ago, when sweet Aligail was sixteen, he had come upon her uniquely susceptible mind. Her brainwaves were perfect for his own and he was sure not to let the opportunity pass by..