I was told the process was to put them in and then cut them to the properlength.In about an hour a and half my hair was down to the middle of my back....t was not just some hair, it was lots of perfectly matched blonde hair.It was hand fulls of luscious hair. My hair was already to my shouldersbut now my hair cascaded over my shoulders, down my back, and wasbrushing passed my nipples.I was stunned looking at and feeling all this hair. My friend watched mefor a while playing, then gently asked. She was incredible! Her hands wandered all over her body. It was almost like she was masturbating as she went through some wild gyrations. I was entranced by her dance and also the sheer eroticism of it. I think I will remember her dance whenever I hear the song she was dancing to. I had a good view, being a bit on the tall side. I felt someone grab my arm and heard Angie. I didn’t look at her, I couldn’t take my eyes from the dancer.“She’s who I wanted you to see, isn’t she. ”This Friday, Patrick had decided—beyond all rhyme and reason—that he wouldn’t be drinking that particular evening. Although unusual to the point of suspicion, it actually worked for Henry, as he didn’t want to get to the club too late and miss his appointment with the mysterious glory-hole stranger. This time, he decided, he would go by himself. The prospect of going to a gay bar alone seemed daunting, so he drained a couple of beers for some Dutch courage before making his way there. He had. I was up and moving in a second. Gort was there right behind me, toting my spear instead of the one he’d had when I had first met him. It was obvious why he had it, and not the other. My spear was a lighter weapon for him to carry, even if it was longer. Gort’s wolf pup was close at his heels tagging along to help out.We ran. We ran even faster when we heard the second shot. It didn’t take us long to cover the distance between our cave and the ford. When we got there we found Clara facing off.