Iwondered how I could sweat through the damn thing. But maybe that washalf the point. Just as I was needing to take a breath, Amber pulledthe applic...tor away."Great. Another few minutes and your hair will be done. Let'ssee..." she picked out a small compact unit, the control for themakeup overlay. "Done." She pulled the cone up and spun me around."What do you think?"It was Crys's hairstyle all right. Black hair, tight cropped, roundedand tapered in an obviously feminine style,. ” I did not know what she was asking so I said, “Yes its fine, go ahead.” She held out her other hand; I presumed she wanted it to be held. I reached out and we entwined our fingers. I was a bit surprised when she held on so tightly she started to squeeze on it, usually she’s so tender. She looked down to our imminent engagement. Then back up to me, her smile was a bit distraught. I thought she had second thoughts. Although I did not and could not wait a second longer, I felt she was not. ’ Spencer tried to identify the source of the interjection but was a fraction of a second too slow. ‘As I said we have guaranteed the future employment of Fremont employees and those that chose not to work for the merged company will be let go with all of their entitlements intact, we are not about depriving workers of their rights.’ ‘That’d be a first!’ The interjector was seated in the centre of the room and Spencer quickly identified him as Zander (his compression of Alexander) Franklin, a. “It is feeling different now and getting …ah!… better…much…much better.” His fingers tensed on my ears asI continued licking…he exclaimed:. “Please don’t stop Mom!” And of course I didn’t. I couldn’t stop in my lust for this beautiful big son cock. He had a wonderful “man cock” not a little boy cock and his precum was slippery on my tongue aiding me in giving him pleasure. I licked the sensitive skin underneath as he squirmed and flexed with each lick. Then he tightened on my ears, tensed.