It waspretty much a Hannah Montana wig! "Have you ever seen the show?"Mom grinned, letting me know that she knew what she was doing. "Yes,I've seen th... show. Come over here."She led me over to where she had found the wig. It had been nestledbetween a number of other wigs that had the same length and appearance,but were styled differently. "If we take the set, then you'll be able to change the style around,"she said. "And yes, one would look like Hannah, but the others are quitedifferent." I. I fear, I will die of happiness,” but she stopped there before asking another question in fear. “What will this do to my baby? Will it hurt my baby?” Now she appeared frightened.“No, my Sweet, I assure you, it will not injure your baby. I will stop for now if that is your desire.” I made my way up her body and kissed her lips. She could taste herself on my tongue. She also felt how sticky my face and beard were. She started licking my face clean. The beard would need washing. We continued to. I was very nervous to act in front of 100’s of people, I think I can do better at home. That will help when I go to a real audition next time.”I thought to myself, “No da, that is not going to happen. I want to enjoy with you first. My body should be the first one for your hands to touch. My hands should be the first hands to touch your body. I cannot allow anyone else. If still this is required, I can arrange for this once after I am satisfied romancing with you.”I agreed with him and said,. Her hand angrily brushed them away.Sounds of a daughter crying could distract from the cause of the pain. Silent crying like this couldn't. My daughter was truly in emotional turmoil. I'd never been a stupid man. I could be accused of doing idiotic things, and often did, but I was never stupid. I'd made a huge mistake. I'd assumed Sasha was enjoying a crush on me, a youthful, sweet feeling of first love, the type teenage girls think are forever but pass with a change of the wind or an.