" Stacy gave me a concernedlook as if to say that a cut across the bottom will simply not do. Stacy has always had me right where she wanted me, so ... knew right awaythat I was in for a styling session. "Chris, I let you play with myhair while you brushed it. Now it's my turn to have some fun. Don'tworry. You'll like it."She draped a towel around my neck, relaxed my shoulders, and began towash my hair. She was certainly off to a good start. The warm waterrunning over my head, the smell. "Mamawl? You okay?" Marie asked. "Yes, baby, I'm fine. To answer your question, that painting is a gift from the best friend I had in college. A man I knew a long time ago. His name was Christian Hayward."Morgan drifted to thoughts of him again, feeling a little lost and sidetracked.“What's the story behind it?" Marie asked. "Pardon?" Morgan snapped back to reality."The story behind it, mamawl? Why did he give it to you?" He painted it for me," she blurted, unthinking. "Why did he paint it for. Trying to dig through his cock. He looked at Jennifer, her face in anguish.Jennifer looked down at her breasts, tears running down her face, watching as the locusts year her skin away. They moved quickly, in a frenzy, just as Nadia had said. Their mouths dug in deep, punching and pulling, tearing and chewing. She could hear them. Nadia laughed. “I think you need more, Jennifer.”Nadia grabbed another container, quickly opened the lid and threw in the rest. There had to be at least fifty in there. One fine day I got an idea of chatting through Email IDs/Messenger and suggested her the same. After some persuasion Shweta agreed for the same. We have created an email id in yahoo messenger. I asked her to join chat room. Shweta joined. Then we joined a Hyderabad Young Group.On Joining lot of messages started dropping in. I asked her to pick up one. She picked one from a guy named Deepak. Deepak wrote M/22/Hyd, and Shweta replied F/22/Hyd. We had introduction in detail and then he invited to.